Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

magic types used some sort of rune to identify themselves, their family, their business, or even their power.
    A light burned above the front door, but I didn’t see any others on inside the house, so I decided not to use the hammer rune knocker. No need to wake everyone else up. Besides, I was used to slipping into buildings in the middle of the night. It just felt more natural to me.
    I held my hand out, palm up, and reached for the Icemagic flowing through my veins. A cold, silver light flickered there, centered on the spider rune scar embedded in my palm, and a second later, I held two slender Ice picks in my hand, tools of my trade that I’d created a thousand times before.
    I was the rarest of elementals—someone who could use not one but two elements. Ice and Stone, in my case. For years, my Stone magic had been the stronger of the two, due to the spider rune scars on my hands. That’s because the scars were made out of silverstone, a special metal that absorbed all forms of magic, including elemental power. Like most Ice elementals, I released my power through my hands, using it to create Ice cubes, crystals, and whatnot. But the silverstone metal in my palms had blocked the easy release of my Ice power, absorbing the magic as fast as I could bring it to bear.
    Several weeks ago, I’d finally overcome the block during a fight for my life against another Stone elemental. It always surprised me how easy it was to use my Ice magic now—and how it felt stronger every time I reached for it. Jo-Jo Deveraux claimed that soon my Ice power would be just as strong as my Stone magic. Another thought that made me uneasy.
    Especially since my elemental magic, my dual powers, was the reason that Mab had murdered my family in the first place.
    It took me less than a minute to pick the lock. Of course, I didn’t really need to use the Ice picks at all, much less skulk around outside in the cold dark. Owen had given me a key to the door a few days ago, telling me to feel free to drop by anytime, day or night.
    I wasn’t sure how I felt about having a key to a man’s home. None of my previous relationships had ever lasted long enough to get to this point. Owen and I had been together for only a few weeks, and things were moving faster than I’d thought they would between us. Then again, I wasn’t sure about a lot of things when it came to Owen Grayson.
    Especially the way he made me feel.
    For a moment, I stood there in front of the open door, wondering whether I really wanted to go inside. Whether I really wanted to see Owen tonight. Whether I really wanted to deal with the developing relationship and deepening emotions between us.
    Me, Gin Blanco, the assassin known as the Spider, hovering outside her lover’s door like a nervous teenager trying to scrounge up enough courage to finally call that cute boy in her class. Finn would have laughed his ass off at me and my indecision. But I’d much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my
feelings
.
    Still, Owen had asked me to come by, and I’d told him that I would, if things didn’t get too violent and bloody on my latest hit. Emotions or not, I liked to keep my promises whenever I could, especially to Owen, who had been so good to me so far, so accepting of who I was and all the ugly things I had done—that I would do again without hesitation to protect the people I loved.
    So I drew in a breath, slipped inside the house, and closed the door behind me.

3
     
    I stood in the foyer a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the shadows. The front of the house was dark, although I spotted a couple of lights burning farther back. They must have been in the downstairs living room. Faint music drifted down the hallway toward me, someone crooning the old classic “Winter Wonderland.”
    The polite thing to do would have been to announce my presence, to call out and see whether Owen or Eva was still up. Instead, I crept down the hallway, sliding from one shadow to the next. Being cautious, just as I had when I’d lingered outside and listened to the murmurs of the stones, checking to see if there was anyone around who shouldn’t be. I couldn’t afford to be careless these days. Not even here.
    As I walked deeper into the house, my gaze scanned what I could see of the furnishings. Looking for anything out of the ordinary, anything out of place, anything oranyone who might be a threat to me. But