He nodded. “I’m sure you’ve wondered where I go, what I do. All the trips I take.” Fletcher turned his eyes to me, so that I felt the full force of his green gaze. “It’s time you knew the truth, especially after tonight. I’m an assassin, Gin. Have been for years.”

Maybe I should have been surprised or stunned or even horrified. But I wasn’t. After my family’s murder and the harsh realities of living on the streets, nothing much shocked me anymore. My childhood and my innocence were gone, replaced by the knowledge people were mean, cold, crazy, dangerous.

So I just nodded my head, as if his revelation made perfect sense to me. In a twisted way, it did.

“Do you know what being an assassin means?” Fletcher asked.

I shrugged. “You kill people for money.”

He smiled. “Most of the time. Sometimes though, I get offered jobs I don’t take. Sometimes the people I turn down get angry with me. Sometimes they find me, come after me.”

“Like Douglas?”

“Just like Douglas.”

Despite the weirdness of the conversation, I found myself curious to learn more about this other life Fletcher led. “Who did Douglas want you to kill?”

A shadow passed over Fletcher’s face. “Some little girls.”

“So why didn’t you do it?”

Fletcher stared at me. “Because there are rules, Gin. Things even assassins shouldn’t do. Killing innocent kids is one of them.”

I thought of the Fire elemental and all the questions she’d asked me about Bria, my baby sister. I hadn’t answered the elemental, not even when she’d burned me with my own spider rune. Because I’d known what would happen. I would die, and then so would Bria.

“What happens when someone breaks the rules?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.

Fletcher stared at me. “I try to make it so they can’t hurt anyone else.”

I knew he meant kill them. I thought of Douglas and the way the giant had looked at me. What he would have done to me if I hadn’t done it to him first. I shivered. “That must be nice. To be able to take care of other people like that. To be that strong.” The last word came out as a raspy whisper.

Fletcher stared at me, a strange look on his lined face, as though he was considering something important. Like telling me to get lost. I decided to make it easy for him. I owed him that much, if only for the last few weeks of security he’d given me.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Fletcher frowned. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

I stared at the blood on my hands and didn’t say anything.