My thoughts darkened at the thought of the smug, smarmy lawyer and how he'd managed to f**k me over from hundreds of miles away. I was going to have to do something about McAllister when I got back to Ashland - something bloody, violent, and permanent. Despite the fact that I'd killed Mab, McAllister was still determined to be the death of me. Last night the lawyer had almost succeeded in taking me down by proxy by siccing Dekes on me. Oh, yes. McAllister was definitely on my to-do list now.
"Correction, I was in Ashland," Jo-Jo said, answering my question. "But Finn called me and Sophia early yesterday morning talking about some sort of trouble you'd run into down here and how you were probably going to need my services before it all was said and done."
So Finn had phoned Jo-Jo even before he and Owen had left Ashland. Well, that explained why the dwarf was here. I didn't mind Finn calling in reinforcements, though. I'd needed them.
"So Sophia and I loaded up the convertible, dropped Rosco off with Eva and Violet, and came on down," Jo-Jo added. "Eva's staying with Violet at Warren's house, and the girls were more than happy to watch Rosco for a few days."
Rosco was Jo-Jo's tubby basset hound and quite possibly the laziest dog on the planet. He wouldn't even get out of his wicker basket in the corner of the salon unless there was food in the offing or a chance of getting his fat tummy rubbed. No doubt Eva Grayson and her best friend, Violet Fox, would spoil the dog even more than Jo-Jo already did.
"Once Rosco was taken care of, Sophia and I drove down lickety-split, since I had a feeling that you'd need me," Jo-Jo continued.
In addition to being able to heal others, Jo-Jo also had a bit of precognition. Her Air magic let her hear all the whispers on the wind, all the possibilities and hints of things that might come to pass, just like my Stone magic muttered to me of all the things that had already come to be, all the ways and all the places that people had hurt the others around them.
"Good thing too, since you showed up this morning looking like death warmed over. But I took care of that."
The dwarf reached over and patted my hand. Along with dolling up the folks who came into her salon, Jo-Jo also happened to be one of the best healers around. I'd lost count of the number of times she'd patched me up when I'd shown up at her house late at night, covered with blood and bruises from my latest job as the Spider.
The needles that I'd sensed when I'd been weaving in and out of consciousness hadn't been Dekes at all - the pricking sensation had been Jo-Jo using her magic on me. The dwarf could tap into and control all the natural gases in the air the way that I could the stone around me. That's how Air elementals healed others - by grabbing hold of the oxygen in the atmosphere and forcing it to circulate through wounds, cleaning out the cuts and scrapes, and making the molecules mend together all the rips, tears, and holes in someone's skin - in my skin.
I reached up and touched my right shoulder; my collarbone was completely mended, the broken bones fused together and in their appropriate places once more. I'd expected nothing less, but still, something felt slightly off, like I wasn't completely healed, although I knew that Jo-Jo wouldn't have stopped using her Air magic on me until I was fully well again.
Thinking about the dwarf's magic made me reach for my own power, and it was then that I realized what was wrong with me, what was missing - my magic.
I was always aware of my Ice and Stone magic, of the elemental power flowing through my veins, the way that a giant or dwarf would subconsciously sense their own inherent strength or humans would their fingers and toes. But now, that hidden force wasn't there anymore. It was like a piece of my heart had been cut out and all that was left was an empty, aching chasm inside my chest. In a way, I felt as cold, numb, and dead inside as I had in the library last night after Dekes had shot me with that tranquilizer dart.
"It's gone," I whispered, looking at Jo-Jo. "My magic's gone."
The dwarf shook her head. "Not gone, darling. Not entirely. Your gas tank's just running a little low right now. That's what happens when a vampire sucks so much blood out of you. Reach for your power, really concentrate, and you'll see what I mean."
I did as she said. It took a moment, but I realized Jo-Jo was right. My magic was still there, that cool power deep down in the very center of my being - but there was just barely any of it to work with. I reached for my power. A few silvery sparks of magic flickered in my hand, centered over the spider rune scar in my palm, but that was it. There was no bright glow, no cold crystals, and no other indication that I had any kind of real elemental power at all. I grabbed my magic again, and the same thing happened. After a moment, I let go of my power completely. I didn't want to waste what little I had left.
"A vampire sucking out someone's magic is one of the few things that even I can't heal," Jo-Jo said. "I'm sorry, Gin. I wish I could fix it for you like I did everything else."
I shrugged, struggling not to let her see just how upset I was, how hollow and empty I felt without my magic. "You did the best you could. It's not your fault. Believe me, I'm plenty grateful for everything you did heal."
I hesitated. "But how long will it take? For my magic to come back? Will it even . . . come back?"
Jo-Jo reached over and clasped my hand. "Of course it will come back. No matter what, your magic is a part of you, Gin. It comes from you, not anyone else. Never doubt that."
Her words made some of the tightness in my chest ease.
"As for exactly when it will come back . . ." This time, Jo-Jo shrugged. "It's hard to say. It will probably take a few days, at the very least."
My stomach clenched. "That long?"
Jo-Jo nodded. "You're a strong elemental, Gin, with a lot of raw power, but Dekes took almost everything you had last night. Your blood, your magic, and almost your life. Your neck was the worse mess that I've seen a vampire make in a long time."
My fingers eased over to my neck, but the skin there was smooth and unbroken, and I knew there wouldn't be any marks of Dekes's vicious attack on me - not on the outside, anyway. But the vamp had hurt me more than I would have liked to admit, making me feel something that I didn't often experience - fear.
The image of him rose up in my mind, his eyes glowing with my Ice and Stone magic, my blood smeared all over his lips, his fangs gleaming like crimson-coated daggers in his mouth. Phantom pain lanced through my neck, and my whole body tightened, as if the vamp were here and getting ready to sink his teeth into me again.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jo-Jo asked in a soft voice.