A few weeks ago, the feel of Jo-Jo's warm, healing Air magic, which was so different from my own cool Ice and Stone power, would have made me grind my teeth together. The dwarf's magic just felt wrong to me, like a pair of shoes that were too tight.
But ever since I'd used my Ice magic to numb my body when I was fighting LaFleur, the feel of the dwarf's magic hadn't bothered me quite as much. Oh, it still annoyed me, still made that primal little voice in the back of my head mutter, but I didn't snarl at the sensation anymore. At least, not as often. Or maybe that was because I knew that Jo-Jo was healing me, not hurting me with her magic like so many others had done over the years.
Jo-Jo leaned forward so that her palm was an inch above the black, bloody hole in my leg. Something hot sizzled to life on the surface of my thigh, the first prick of what morphed into a thousand needles stabbing deeper and deeper into my skin until it felt like my whole leg was on fire.
The sensation was just Jo-Jo using her magic. Air elementals healed people by tapping into all the natural gases in the atmosphere, especially oxygen, and making them circulate through wounds. The dwarf was using her Air power, using the oxygen, to push the bullet out of my thigh, repair all of my broken blood vessels, and pull the ragged edges of my skin back together.
And it hurt like hell.
Even though Jo-Jo was healing me, her magic was still the opposite of mine. Two elements always complemented each other-like Air and Fire-and two elements always opposed each other-like Fire and Ice. The dwarf's Air magic was the opposite of my Ice and Stone magic, and her using that kind of power just felt wrong to me, the same way that my magic would seem strange to any other Air or Fire elemental.
Even if I'd wanted to move, to squirm away from the dwarf, her elemental power, and the hot, invisible, healing needles stabbing me, I couldn't have-not with Sophia's hands clamped down on my shoulders.
So I gave myself over to Jo-Jo's magic, drifting in and out of consciousness while the dwarf worked on me. Sometime later, something thunked into a metal pan-the bullet that Sydney had put into me. A few minutes after that, the needles of pain started dying down in my leg before disappearing. I sighed, my body going limp in the salon chair. Jo-Jo's magic might not bother me as much as it had before, but I was still glad when she stopped using it.
"Leg's done." Jo-Jo's voice seemed distant and far away, even though I knew that she was still right there leaning over me. "Let's get that silverstone vest off her and look at those wounds in her shoulder now."
"Uh-huh." Sophia grunted her agreement.
Hands moved me around, unzipping my silverstone vest and stripping it off me. The snip-snip-snip of scissors sounded again, as Jo-Jo cut through more of my gray layers, and the warm air in the salon swirled against my bare skin.
"Not nearly as bad as the leg wound," the dwarf murmured. "These didn't hit anything too important, at least."
Once again, the feel of the dwarf's Air elemental magic gusted through the room, and the needles started pricking me once more, now centered in my shoulder. But this time, the pain wasn't as intense and didn't last nearly as long. Two more thunks sounded as Jo-Jo used her power to fish the bullets out of my body.
"Good as new," Jo-Jo pronounced a few minutes later.
I didn't feel as good as new. Being healed, even by an Air elemental, took a toll on your body, as you suddenly went from knocking on death's door to being in one piece again. The mind needed some time to play catch-up and realize what was going on. As close as I'd come to dying tonight, I could sleep for the next eight hours and still wake up feeling tired. In fact, I could have drifted off right now, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open.
"Thanks," I murmured.
Despite Jo-Jo's ministrations, my words still slurred a bit, probably from the blood loss.
"You're welcome, darling," Jo-Jo said. "But where's Finn? Why isn't he with you? Why didn't he bring you in?"
"He didn't go with me," I mumbled.
Jo-Jo frowned. "Why not?"
It took some effort, but I raised my head up to look at her. "Because he didn't know that I was going after Mab tonight, and I didn't want him there while I did. I didn't want him there in case things went bad, which they did."
Jo-Jo and Sophia both stilled. They exchanged a glance over my head before the both of them looked back at me again.
"You went after Mab?" Jo-Jo asked in a soft voice.
"Alone?" Sophia rasped.
The scene replayed itself in my mind. My finger squeezing the trigger. The bolt leaving my crossbow on its perfect path toward Mab's black eye. The giant getting in the way at the last possible second.
"I tried," I muttered, my heart twisting with shame at the memory of my failure. "But one of her giant bodyguards took the bolt meant for her instead. So I missed her. I missed her."
In a tired voice, I told the dwarven sisters everything that had happened tonight. As I finished the story, hot tears scalded my eyes.
"I had her too-dead to rights. She was right there in front of me. All I had to do was pull the trigger, and it would have all been over. No more Mab hunting the Spider, no more threats against Bria, no more danger for the people that I love. And I missed. Can you believe that? Me, Gin Blanco, the Spider, supposedly the best assassin around, or at least the best semiretired assassin around, and I missed her. I f**king missed her."
Jo-Jo put her hand on my arm. "It's okay, Gin. Everything's going to be okay. You'll see."
The dwarf's voice dropped to a low murmur, and once again her eyes took on a faint, milky white glow, as if she wasn't even really looking at me. In addition to her healing magic, Jo-Jo also had a bit of precognition. Most Air elementals did. They could listen to and interpret all the emotions and feelings in the atmosphere the same way that I could hear the ones that had sunk into the stone around me. But where my magic told me of things that had happened in the past, Air elementals got glimpses of things that might be flashes of possible futures. Just another way in which our two elements, our two magics, were the opposite of each other.
But if Jo-Jo said that everything was going to be okay, I believed her. The dwarf had been right about too many things before for me to doubt her now. Her whispered words brought me some much-needed comfort. So much so that I let go of my anger at myself-let go of my shame and my miserable sense of failure. I wanted to ask Jo-Jo about her cryptic words, but I just didn't have the strength left for that. Not tonight. My eyes drifted shut, and I felt myself falling into the darkness once more.