Elemental Assassin 05 - Spider's Revenge

the other bounty hunters and making the mess we were in that much worse.
    “I don’t know. I think I like Gin’s costume a lot better than mine,” Owen rumbled and stepped into the den.
    If I was the ice-queen dominatrix, then Owen was my eager client for the night. He also wore leather pants, although his were black and topped by a jacket and matching vest crisscrossed with silverstone chains. The magical metal clanked with every step he took. The two of us looked like a pair of sexual deviants ready to get our freak on, but according to Finn’s info, our costumes would be among the tamer ones at the party.
    Owen and I were already late, so I checked my knives one final time, then turned to him.
    “You ready?”
    Owen nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”
    “We should go then,” I murmured.
    I looked at Finn, then turned to Bria. My sister hadn’t said much while we’d been making plans and getting ready, but worry tightened her face—worry for me. The emotion made my heart twist and soar in my chest all at the same time. Despite what I was, despite all the people that I’d killed, Bria had somehow come to care for me, at least a little bit. It was more than I’d ever dreamed of—and somehow, it made everything that I’d suffered over the years worthwhile.
    Bria leaned forward and grabbed my hand. Then, to my surprise, she reached for her Ice magic. For a moment, I wondered what she was doing, but then I felt her cool power trickle into the silverstone ring on my right index finger. Her ring, the one that she’d given me for Christmas. A slender silver band with a spider rune stamped in the middle of it.
    Lots of elementals wore jewelry made out of silver-stone, since the metal was capable of absorbing and holdingtheir magic. By wearing pieces of the metal, elementals could have access to an extra influx of power should they need it. Like, say, if they decided to duel another elemental, to test their power against the other person’s. It wasn’t cheating, not exactly, since everyone did it, but it was still sneaky.
    The two rings on Bria’s left index finger hummed with her Ice magic, as did the primrose rune that she wore on the chain around her neck. My ring was small and thin, but the silverstone still soaked up quite a bit of Bria’s power, until it felt like a band of Ice pressing against my skin. The sensation wasn’t an unpleasant one. If anything, it comforted me to be taking a piece of my sister with me into battle.
    “Thank you for that,” I said. “I had been meaning to store my magic in the ring, but hadn’t done it yet. I’m not one for wearing jewelry.”
    “I’d noticed that,” Bria said in a wry tone. “And I know that you prefer to use your knives, but you just never know what you might need. Especially… tonight.”
    I nodded, not sure what to say. I didn’t want to offend my sister or push her farther away, but we both knew what I was planning to do tonight—kill Mab in cold blood the way that I had so many other people. Even if she deserved it for everything she’d done to us, part of Bria would have preferred to handle the Fire elemental through legal means, to throw her in jail and let her rot.
    Not me. I just wanted Mab dead, and I wasn’t picky about how she got there.
    “Just—just be careful, Gin. Okay?” Bria asked, staring at me.
    I squeezed her cold fingers with mine. “I always am, baby sister. I always am.”
    Thirty minutes later, Owen steered his BMW up the driveway that led to the Five Oaks Country Club, where the masquerade ball was being held. Five Oaks was the snobbiest, most expensive, and highfalutin country club in Ashland, and only the insanely wealthy and powerful were allowed to be members.
    I stared out the window at the snow-covered buildings of the club. The last time I’d been here was several months ago when I’d been stalking Alexis James, the Air elemental who’d tortured and murdered Fletcher. Alexis had managed to outmaneuver me that day, taking Finn and Roslyn hostage and escaping before I could kill her. I couldn’t afford to be that sloppy tonight, not with Mab, or I’d be the one who wouldn’t be leaving the club alive.
    “You ready?” Owen asked in a soft voice.
    I let out a breath and nodded. “As I’ll ever be,” I said, echoing his words.
    Owen leaned over in the darkness of the car and pressed his lips to mine. For a moment that was all too brief, I just let myself feel—Owen’s lips warming mine, the faintest