Spider's Bite
Praise for Jennifer Estep’s thrilling Elemental Assassin series
“Watch out, world, here comes Gin Blanco. Funny, smart, and dead sexy.”
—Lilith Saintcrow, New York Times bestselling author
“A raw, gritty, and compelling walk on the wild side.”
—Nalini Singh, New York Times bestselling author
“This series kicked off with a bang, and the action hasn’t let up since.”
—Fresh Fiction
“Gin Blanco is one of the most intriguing heroines on the scene.”
—RT Book Reviews
“One of the best urban fantasy series going on the market.”
—Bibliopunkk
“Jennifer Estep is a dark, lyrical, and fresh voice in urban fantasy. . . . Gin is an assassin to die for.”
—Adrian Phoenix, author of On Midnight Wings
“Man, I love this series.”
—Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks
DEADLY STING
“Classic Estep with breathtaking thrills, coolly executed fights, and a punch of humor, which all add up to unbeatable entertainment!”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“This book is brimming with suspense and fast-paced action. The pacing and plotting are absolute perfection! There’s never a dull moment!”
—Under the Covers Book Blog
WIDOW’S WEB
“Estep has found the perfect recipe for combining kick-butt action and high-stakes danger with emotional resonance.”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“Filled with such emotional and physical intensity that it leaves you happily exhausted by the end.”
—All Things Urban Fantasy
BY A THREAD
Goodreads nominee for Best Paranormal Fantasy Novel and RT Book Reviews nominee for Best Urban Fantasy World Building
“Filled with butt-kicking action, insidious danger, and a heroine with her own unique moral code, this thrilling story is top-notch. Brava!”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“Gin is stronger than ever, and this series shows no signs of losing steam.”
—Fiction Vixen
SPIDER’S REVENGE
A RITA nominee and an RT Book Reviews Editor’s Choice Pick for Best Urban Fantasy Novel
“Explosive . . . outstanding. . . . Hang on, this is one smackdown you won’t want to miss!”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“A whirlwind of tension, intrigue, and mind-blowing action that leaves your heart pounding.”
—Smexy Books
TANGLED THREADS
“Interesting story lines, alluring world, and fascinating characters. That is what I’ve come to expect from Estep’s series.”
—Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks
“The story had me whooping with joy and screaming in outrage, just as all really good books always do.”
—Literary Escapism
VENOM
“Estep has really hit her stride with this gritty and compelling series. . . . Brisk pacing and knife-edged danger make this an exciting page-turner.”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“Since the first book in the series, I have been entranced by Gin. . . . Every book has been jam-packed with action and mystery, and once I think it can’t get any better, Venom comes along and proves me completely wrong.”
—Literary Escapism
WEB OF LIES
“Hard-edged and compelling. . . . Gin Blanco is a fascinatingly pragmatic character, whose intricate layers are just beginning to unravel.”
—RT Book Reviews
“One of the best urban fantasy series I’ve ever read. The action is off the charts, the passion is hot, and her cast of secondary characters is stellar.”
—The Romance Dish
SPIDER’S BITE
“The fast pace, clever dialogue, and intriguing heroine help make this new series launch one to watch.”
—Library Journal
“Bodies litter the pages of this first entry in Estep’s engrossing Elemental Assassin urban fantasy series. . . . Fans will love it.”
—Publishers Weekly
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To my mom, my grandma, and Andre—for your love, patience, and everything else that you’ve given to me over the years.
To my papaw—you will be missed.
To all of the fans of Gin and the gang out there—this one’s for you.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Once again, my heartfelt thanks go out to all the folks who help turn my words into a book.
Thanks go to my agent, Annelise Robey, and editors, Adam Wilson and Lauren McKenna, for all their helpful advice, support, and encouragement. Thanks also to Julia Fincher.
Thanks to Tony Mauro for designing another terrific cover, and thanks to Louise Burke, Lisa Litwack, and everyone else at Pocket Books and Simon & Schuster for their work on the cover, the book, and the series.
And finally, a big thanks to all the readers. Knowing that folks read and enjoy my books is truly humbling, and I’m glad that you are all enjoying Gin and her adventures.
I appreciate you all more than you will ever know.
Happy reading!
1
The day the box came started out like any other.
I opened up the Pork Pit, the barbecue restaurant that I ran in downtown Ashland, right on schedule. Turned on the appliances, tied a blue work apron on over my clothes, and flipped the sign on the front door over to Open. Then I spent the rest of the morning and on into the afternoon cooking up burgers, baked beans, and the thick, hearty barbecue sandwiches that my gin joint was so famous for. In between filling orders, I chatted with the waitstaff, wiped down tables, and made sure that my customers had everything they needed to enjoy their hot, greasy meals.
All the while, though, I kept waiting for someone to try to kill me.
Not for the first time today, my gaze swept over the storefront, which featured an assortment of tables and chairs, along with blue and pink vinyl booths. Matching, faded, peeling pig tracks on the floor led to the men’s and women’s bathrooms, respectively. A long counter with padded stools ran along the back wall of the restaurant.
Since it was after six, the dinner rush was on, and almost every seat was taken. The waitstaff bustled back and forth, taking orders, fetching food, and topping off drinks, and the clink-clank of dishes filled the restaurant, along with the steady scrape-scrape-scrape of forks, knives, and spoons on plates and bowls. Murmurs of more than a dozen different conversations added to the pleasant mix of sounds, while the rich, hearty smells of cumin, black pepper, and other spices tickled my nose.
Everything was as it should be, but I still looked at first one diner, then another. A few folks swallowed and quickly glanced away when they realized that I was watching them, not daring to meet my gaze for more than a second. But most were happily focused on their food and their companions and paid me no more attention than they should have. They were just here for the Southern treats the restaurant served up—not to try to murder me and cash in on my reputation as the Spider, Ashland’s most notorious assassin.
“Gin?” A deep male voice cut into my latest examination of the storefront and its occupants.
I looked over at the man perched on the stool closest to the cash register. Despite his slightly crooked nose and a scar that cut across his chin,
he was ruggedly handsome, with intense violet eyes and black hair shot through with blue highlights. His navy business suit and white shirt highlighted the coiled strength in his chest and shoulders, and I wasn’t the only woman who paused to give him an admiring glance.
“Is everything okay?” Owen Grayson, my lover, asked.
My eyes cut left and right one more time before I answered him. “Seems to be. For the moment.”
Owen nodded and went back to his meal, while I grabbed a rag and started wiping down the counter.
Actually, so far, the afternoon had passed in a perfectly normal fashion, with the glaring exception that no one had tried to murder me—yet.
Thinking that I might actually get through the workday unscathed for a change, I let myself relax, at least until the bell over the front door chimed. I glanced over at the entrance, expecting to see some new customers ready, willing, and eager to get their barbecue on.
Only this wasn’t a customer—it was a short, thin man wearing a delivery uniform of black boots and matching coveralls.
The guy glanced around the storefront for a minute before his eyes locked on me, and he headed in my direction. I tensed, eyeing the long white box in his hand, and dropped my right arm down behind the counter out of sight. A second later, a knife slid into my hand, one of five weapons that I had hidden on me. This wasn’t the first time someone had dressed up like a deliveryman to try to get close to me at the restaurant. The last guy was still in the cooler out back, awaiting the skills of Sophia Deveraux, the head cook at the Pork Pit, who also moonlighted as my own personal body disposer.
But the guy stepped right up to the cash register, as though this was a simple delivery.
“I’ve got a package here for Gin Blanco,” he said in a bored voice. “Is that you?”
“Yeah.”
“Here. Sign this.”
He shoved an electronic scanner at me. I slid my knife into a slot below the cash register, where it would still be out of sight, and took the device from him. The man waited while I used the attached pen to scrawl something that sort of looked like my signature onto the screen. The second I was done, the guy snatched the scanner away from me and shoved the white box into my hands at the same time.
He tipped his head at me. “Have a nice day.”
He started to walk away, but I reached out and latched onto his arm. The guy stopped, looked at me over his shoulder, and frowned, as if I’d violated some sort of secret delivery-guy protocol by touching him. Maybe I had.
“Yeah?” he asked. “You need something else?”
I carefully set the box down on the counter. The seat next to Owen was empty, so I was able to slide it several precious inches away from us. “What’s in the box?”
The guy shrugged. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just deliver ’em. I don’t look inside.”
He started to pull away, but I tightened my grip on his arm. “You should really tell me what’s in the box.”
He rolled his eyes. “And why should I do that?”
“So I can be sure that there’s nothing . . . nasty inside.”
Confusion filled his face. “Nasty? Why would you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I drawled. “Why don’t you check the name on the delivery order again?”
He glanced down at his scanner and hit a button on the device. “Yeah, it says deliver to Gin Blanco, care of the Pork Pit restaurant, downtown Ashland. So what? Is that supposed to mean something to me—”
Comprehension dawned in his eyes as he finally recognized my name and realized who and what I really was. Gin Blanco. Restaurant owner. And, most important, the assassin the Spider.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. “Look, I don’t want any trouble, lady. I’m just a delivery guy. I don’t know what’s in the box, and that info’s not on my scanner. I swear.”
I kept my grip on his arm, staring into his eyes, but I didn’t see anything but a burning desire to get away from me as fast as he could. Smart man. Still, I let him sweat a few more seconds before I released his arm. “Okay. You can go now.”
The guy whipped around. He had started to take a step forward when I called out to him again.
“Wait. One more thing.”
He froze. He teetered on his feet, and I could almost see the wheels spinning in his mind as he debated making a break for the door. But he must have realized how foolish that would make him look, because he finally turned and faced me again. I crooked my finger at him. The guy swallowed again, but he eased back over to me, although he made sure to stay out of arm’s reach and keep the cash register between us. Very smart man.
By this point, my words and actions had attracted the attention of a few of the customers, who stared at me with wide eyes, as if I were going to whip out a knife and slice open the delivery guy right in front of them. Please. I preferred to be a little more discreet about such things, if only to keep up appearances.
I stared at the delivery guy for a few more seconds before reaching down and grabbing something just below the cash register. He swallowed a third time, and beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, despite the restaurant’s air-conditioning. I raised my hand, and he tensed up more.
I reached up and tucked a hundred-dollar bill into the pocket on the front of his coveralls.
“Have a nice day,” I said in a sweet voice.
The guy stared at me, his mouth gaping open, as if he couldn’t believe that I was sending him on his way without so much as a scratch on him. But he quickly got with the program. He nodded at me, his head snapping up and down, as he backed toward the door.
“Y’all come back now,” I called out. “Sometime when you have a chance to sit down and eat. The food here is terrific, in case you hadn’t heard.”
The delivery guy didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on me until his ass hit the doorknob. Then he gulped down a breath, threw the door open, and dashed outside as fast as he could without actually running.
Owen raised an eyebrow at me. “I think you about gave that poor guy a heart attack.”
A grin curved my lips. “Serves him right for not being able to tell me what was in the package.”
His gaze flicked to the white box sitting off to the side. “You going to open that?”
“Later,” I murmured. “When we’re alone. If there is something nasty inside, there’s no use letting everyone see it.”
“And if it’s not something nasty?”
I snorted. “Then I’ll be pleasantly surprised. I’m not holding my breath about it, though.”
• • •
Owen finished his cheeseburger and onion rings and had a piece of cherry pie with vanilla bean ice cream for dessert, while I spent the next hour working. Slicing up more potatoes for the last of the day’s French fries. Checking on the pot of Fletcher’s secret barbecue sauce that was bubbling away on one of the back burners. Refilling drinks and ringing up orders.
I also took the package into the back and placed it in one of the freezers. I didn’t know what surprises the box might contain, but I didn’t want my staff or customers to get injured by whatever might be lurking inside.
Finally, around seven o’clock, the last of the customers paid up and left, and I decided to close the restaurant early for the night. I sent Sophia and the waitstaff home, turned off all the appliances, and flipped the sign over to Closed before locking the front door.
Now all that was left to do was open the box.
I carefully pulled it out of the freezer, took it into the storefront, and put it down on the counter in the same spot as before. I made Owen move to the other side of the restaurant, well out of range of any elemental Fire or other magic that might erupt from it. Then I bent down and peered at the package.
A shipping order was taped to the top, with my name and the Pork Pit’s address. But there was nothing on the slip of paper to tell me who might have sent the box or where it had come from. All of that informat
ion had been left blank, which only made me more suspicious about what might be inside.
And the box itself didn’t offer any more clues. It was simply a sturdy white box, long, rectangular, and about nine inches wide. No marks, runes, or symbols decorated the surface, not even so much as a manufacturer’s stamp to tell me who had made the box. I hesitated, then put my ear down close to the top and listened, in case someone had decided to put a bomb with an old-fashioned clock tick-tick-ticking away inside. Stranger things had happened in my line of work.
But no sounds escaped from the container. No smells either, and I didn’t sense any elemental magic emanating from it.
“Anything?” Owen asked from his position by the front door.
I shook my head. “Nothing so far.”
The lid of the box had been taped down, so I palmed one of my knives and sliced through the material, careful not to jiggle the package any more than necessary. Then I waited, counting off the seconds in my head. Ten . . . twenty . . . thirty . . . forty-five . . . sixty . . .
After two minutes had passed, I was reasonably sure that nothing would happen until I actually opened the box.
“Here goes nothing,” I called out to Owen.
I slowly drew the top off the box and reached for my Stone magic, using it to harden my skin, head, hair, eyes, and any other part of me that might get caught in a blast from a bomb or any rune trap that might be hidden inside. A sunburst rune that would make elemental Fire explode in my face, a saw symbol that would send sharp, daggerlike needles of Ice shooting out at me, maybe even some sort of Air elemental cloud design that would suck all of the oxygen away from me and suffocate me on the spot.
But none of those things happened, and all I saw was a thick layer of white tissue paper wrapped around whatever was inside.
I carefully pushed one side of the paper out of the way, then the other, still holding on to my Stone power to protect myself from any possible problems. But to my surprise, the box held something innocuous after all: flowers.
Roses, to be exact—black roses.