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387 pages, Hardcover
First published June 9, 2011
"Time for our dance?" Nick asked.
"Yes," said Sin. "And I wondered if Alan might like to sing for us."
Alan stared. Sin widened her eyes at him, schooling her face into a picture of innocent inquiry.
"Are the dancers going to play nice?"
"If you are," Sin said. "Maybe."
She didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't for things to be easy, after years of being at daggers drawn, as if all she'd needed to do was reach out once.
She reached out and Alan took her hand. She was startled by how that felt: Alan's hand strong and gun-calloused, but holding hers rather carefully, as if he was worried he might hurt her.
It was ridiculous to be startled. She knew Alan was usually gentle. She'd been watching him play with children for years. And she'd seen Alan kill whoever got in his way, whenever he had to.
She'd just never really thought about the contrast of how he presented himself and who he actually was. Not until he'd stepped between two armies and taken her brother and a magician's mark.
Sin looked away as he levered himself up from the log--surely he didn't want her to see him struggling--but she didn't let go of his hand when he was up. She led Alan to where the dancers were talking, Nick stalking in their footsteps like a jungle cat on bodyguard detail.
"Alan's going to sing," she announced.
"Cool," said Chiara, who knew a cue when she heard one.
"I can't tell you how pleased I am," Matthias told Alan.
Alan slid his fingers easily out from between Sin's, watch glinting in the firelight under the frayed edge of his shirt cuff. He hesitated briefly and then curled his fingers around one of the belt loops on his jeans, as if he felt he should do something with his hand.
"Didn't you try to throw me to the magicians last time we met?" he asked Matthias.
"Sure," Matthias replied, flashing his skull-like grin. "But I didn't mean anything personal by it."
"That's all right then," Alan said, sounding truly amused. He smiled by degrees, like a stage curtain being opened by someone who knew how to do it, making you wait just long enough.
Most of the dancers thawed enough to smile back, and Sin was startled to realize that she had been wrong all this time when she'd assumed Alan was winning over all the old guard of the Market just by being an enormous nerd. He had charm.
He'd just never bothered to use it on Sin.
"We have the exact right guitar for you," Matthias said, trying to usher Alan away to the other pied pipers. "Don't ask me how I know. I always know. I've been watching your hands."
"I feel very reassured," said Alan. "Also a little violated. There is that."
"Love always costs more than you can afford to pay," he said. "And it's always worth the price."
"Alan lied more easily than he told the truth, but she was a performer: she knew there was always a choice between lies and truth, that it was a balancing act. Alan might not know what was too important to lie about. She did." - Sin's pov