I thought he was balling his hands into fists, then realized his fingers had been cut off.
Stoic Selena actually gave a shudder. That would be her worst fear, wouldn’t it? Never to draw another arrow.
His mouth was open. No teeth. A gash had been carved into his stomach. He had one of those brands below his collarbone, but his was older. The raised scar was about the size of a bookmark and depicted an odd symbol: a pair of overlapping triangles, bisected by two arrows, one pointing up, one down.
In front of him was another contraption that looked like a crank over an old-timey wishing well. A slimy rope of some kind had been wound around the crank.
“They’re pulling it out,” Selena murmured.
Pulling what out? She could see so much better than I could! Yet some part of me must have understood because nausea churned.
They remove things, discard them, transform people.
The man turned his head toward us. His eyes were solid black. No, not eyes. Sockets. The twins planned to do that to Jack.
“Six minutes, Evie. We’ll come back for that guy.” When we neared the far end of the tent, she whispered, “Behind the partition in the back. Listen.”
Moans? Of pain? Selena readied her pistol. I bared my claws. We sidled closer.
Closer. Past the partition, we saw—
The twins.
I dry heaved. They were . . . kissing. Twincest.
When the pair started groping, Selena bit out, “Jesus. Get a womb, freaks.”
Vincent and Violet took their time breaking apart, their gazes locked. Their pale blue eyes were just as Jack had once described: vacant, like a dead fish’s.
Why weren’t they threatened by us? Why weren’t they trying to mesmerize us?
Though fraternal twins, they were nearly identical, with their marblelike skin and sharpish features.
Their clothing was all black, neatly pressed. Violet wore a cropped jacket and a skirt as full as a ball gown. A trench coat molded over Vincent’s tall muscular form.
Expertly drawn eyeliner highlighted their lifeless eyes. Their nails were painted black, no chipping.
Vain? Oh, yeah. They weren’t physically attractive, but they were faultless.
They sported brass knuckles on their left hands, as well as a Goth-looking tattoo. In her right hand, Violet held what resembled a remote control.
The twins finally turned to us. They stared at me with such intensity. As if seeing a ghost . . .
“We were wondering when you would arrive, Empress,” Vincent said. His voice carried a trace of some European accent.
The Lovers’ tableau appeared over them, but the image differed from other Arcana’s. Theirs was upside down—reverse, perverse—and flickered like a bad copy. Because they shared it?
“Where is he?” Selena demanded from behind the gun barrel.
I gazed around, saw trunks, tables, and one bed—because the twins shared it. No Jack.
“You’re just in time,” Violet told us. “Our knave refused to turn the crank.” With a swish of her overblown skirts, she stepped aside, drawing back one last partition to reveal—
“Jack!” He knelt with his hands tied and hung above his head, like the other man. He was shirtless, his torso covered with bruises. He seemed to be in and out of consciousness, trying to raise his lolling head.
His arms were dislocated, the right side of his face bloodied. They’d been hitting him with the brass-knuckles on their left hands.
I choked on a breath. That symbol had been branded into Jack’s chest, over his heart.
The twins had met up—they’d started his torture. They’d burned the smooth skin that I’d sighed against and kissed.
They’d branded my Jack.
As I imagined that ungodly pain, my glyphs went ablaze, radiating through my clothes. Rage pumped inside me. My rose crown slithered around my head and neck as I grew stronger.
These two Arcana were not just going to die; the red witch would make them die bloody.
Selena was ice cold as she aimed her gun. “We’ll be taking him now.”
“Notice something?” Violet grabbed Jack’s hair with her free hand. He didn’t react, now completely out. She yanked his head back, exposing a metal collar around his neck, with wires attached and a railroad spike jutting from the loop. “If anything happens to me and I release this pressure sensor”—she raised that remote control—“the hunter gets the spike. Then it’s game over.”
Dread overran me, and I fought to rein in the witch, to call back my fury.
“If you want him to live, drop the gun, Archer.” Vincent motioned toward her weapon. “And kick it over here.”
Outwardly cool, Selena complied. Then she eyed the twins with deadly intent, waiting for her opening.
Vincent swooped up the gun, smiling at his sister. “It never fails. Control the beloved, control the lover.”
Violet smiled back, releasing Jack. “We go into a person’s heart and see who it aches for. Then we enslave both lovers.”
Vincent stowed the gun in his waistband, turning to me and Selena. “Imagine our surprise when we discovered the hunter loves the Empress. Could it be requited? We heard your call nearing and we knew—”
“—you were here to save him,” Violet continued seamlessly. “Our soldiers might have failed to seize you in the stone forest, but we forced you to come to us. We can control you utterly, because of how you feel about Deveaux.”
They were crazy—and that made them hard to gauge—but I didn’t detect true animosity toward Selena. Me? They seemed to despise me.
“But I sense something else.” Violet’s eyes widened. “Your love is diluted! Another makes claim to your heart. And not just anyone!”
Vincent laughed. “It’s her old nemesis!”
The twins found this astounding. Which, I guessed, it was.
“Unfortunately, we only have one of the men you love,” Vincent said. “For now.”
Violet frowned at Selena. “The Archer loves the hunter as well? What’s so special about him? All he does is steal.” When she slapped Jack’s face, my claws ached to plunge into her neck like hypodermic needles. “Oh dear. He’s gone under again. The selfish man only wakes for his beatings. Which clearly means those are his favorites!”
“We gave you the choice,” Vincent told an unconscious Jack. “Torture or be tortured? You mortals always choose incorrectly, until we introduce you to pain, enlightening you. Then you never choose the same!”