She searched his face, his words piercing her with their knife-like perceptiveness. Perhaps what he said was true. She and Charlie were all alone. They did only have each other. But that wasn’t the only reason she clung to him. And this Jinn? This king?
His was the coldest promise she’d ever heard.
He had a child to fulfill something within himself, not because he wanted to love the child. And her mother?? Her mother had told a lie to a man about her paternity, a good man whom Ari loved, and Sala had done this over some petty argument?
Her parents were monsters.
Her father had gone to all this trouble to get her here for nothing. Making her wish for her mother, making her—
Making me wish for my mother.
Confusion rippled through her and Ari let go of the bed post, standing shakily to her feet. “If I wished for my mother, why didn’t I appear before her?”
The White King shrugged and sat back. His eyes flicked to the nightstand and for once they expressed emotion: boredom. “You did.”
The sick feeling intensified and she gaped at the purple bottle that had drawn her attention when she first arrived. “No.” She shook her head. “That’s crazy. That’s like something out of Arabian Nights.”
He blinked at her. “Where do you think the legends come from? Sala betrayed me; she incurred my wrath.” He spoke of wrath but there was no fire in his voice. It remained quiet and chilling. “She is lucky I didn’t strip her skin from her bones and hang her out for the Qaf vultures to feed upon.”
Ari stumbled back in horror at his words. “Oh my God.”
“You do not betray The White King and walk away unscathed. Sala was lashed for her crime and trapped within the bottle. She will remain there for however long I wish it. Perhaps another few centuries.”
“You don’t even care.” Ari’s mouth trembled, the fear crawling up her spine again. “You’re a monster. You’re not my father. I’m not related to you, you’re a monster.”
He stood up so swiftly Ari stumbled back against the bed. His tall figure towered over her, casting her in shadow and heat. “I am Jinn,” he replied quietly. “You would not be horrified by my actions if you had been reared within our realm, among your kind, as you should have been. As is your right.” He held out a cold hand for her. “Stay, Ari. You are a princess of the Jinn. I will not abandon you. Your father will not abandon you.”
She bit her lip, terrified of the consequences of her response. But she wouldn’t stay here. She had a home to return to and two people she loved. And she needed to get back there so she could have a suitable mental breakdown without this psychotic legend watching her. “No. You may be my father but you’re not my dad. Send me home.”
Gasping in surprise, Ari watched his black eyes light up like two flames. His body shimmered, shadows moving under his skin like black serpents fighting for freedom. “If you leave, child, you will regret it.”
“You won’t hurt me.” She shook her head uncertainly.
That smile, that horrifying non-smile returned to his face. “You leave me… and I will find a way.”
“You said you can’t keep me here of my own free will. So send me back.”
“You will regret it.”
“Then let me regret it from the comfort of my home.”
An explosion of noise bled her ears and Ari automatically threw her hands up to cover them, watching as the whole room went up in fire, including The White King. Flames danced around her, tasting her skin and yet leaving no burn. She heard the odd, disquieting sound of that strange humming noise he had made earlier, just before darkness descended across her eyes.
~8~
One of Many Bullets
Ari loved rollercoasters. She loved the feel of the wind rushing through her hair, slapping against her skin, making her eyes tear, making her feel more awake than anything had before. She loved the feeling of falling and rising and dipping and whirling through space, her stomach fluttering, her heart racing, her whole body free.
Rollercoasters were fun because at the back of Ari’s mind she knew she was strapped into a tough metal car with very little chance of falling out of it.
This was just like that.
But without the car.
Wind rushed into her eyes, battering so hard against her body it knocked the breath out of her and nearly blinded her. All she could make out was a rush of colors blurring together before being spat out of the wind tunnel, or whatever it was, onto a hard floor. She groaned, lifting her head off the ground, her cheek tingling with pain after the harsh impact. Feeling bruised and sore and emotionally destroyed, Ari pushed herself back onto her knees and took in her surroundings.
She was home. In her bedroom.
Relief rushed over her and she sighed, slumping on her butt, her back against the footboard of her bed. “You here, Ms. Maggie?”
Nothing happened. No light switch turned on, no computer chair moved. Ari bit her lip, shaking her head. Great. Just when she needed the poltergeist the most, the damn spirit had taken off.
“Perfect.” She coughed up some wind phlegm, feeling drained. Biting back burning tears, refusing to cry despite the life-changing insanity she was going through, Ari spoke out to the room as if Ms. Maggie was still there, “You would not believe where I’ve been.”
The events of the past few hours flashed through her mind and Ari glanced down at her arm automatically as she remembered the creepy-ass Nisnas. Still wearing the jacket Rabir had given her Ari shuddered and began shrugging out of it. She threw it across the room, telling herself to remember to burn it later.
“I found out who my real parents are,” she whispered sullenly. “You wouldn’t believe it. Then again, you’re a poltergeist so you might.” She laughed, not seeming able to stop. “Oh,” she tried to draw breath, her laughter slowly dying to choked tears. “I’d rather be crazy. I’d rather be crazy than this be real. My father sucks. Big time. And my mother… God… I wish you were here. In fact if I were wishing for things I would wish that Charlie was here but I—” Ari froze as she mentioned his name. Stumbling to her feet, she turned to stare at the empty bed. “Charlie?” Where was Charlie? He should be here. Oh crap, he must have woken up and seen her gone and—
Wait.
Ari strode over to the window, looking out over the day-lit sky. How could it be day when she had only been gone two hours tops? Heart pounding now, Ari spun around and dashed for her iPhone on her nightstand. It was dead.
Super crap.
Rummaging through her jewelry box, she pulled out the digital watch she hardly ever wore but was still set to the right date and time.
The numbers blinked up at her, taunting and teasing, so much so Ari could have sworn they were lying. The watch fell from her hands and she gasped for breath, shaking now from head to toe. It was too much. It was all too much. “I’ve been gone two days? Two whole days.” Ari’s fake calm flew out of the window. If she hadn’t been convinced that everything was real before, the two days lost on Mount Qaf certainly cemented the truth.
“Holy macaroons. I’m Jinn,” she breathed, staring at her apparently magical hands.
A loud thud sounded from downstairs and Ari tensed, her fingers automatically curling into fists. She tried to slow her heart by reminding herself that it could be Charlie. When another thud sounded, however, she was also reminded by her father’s threat that she would regret leaving him.
Not your father! she winced, mentally slapping herself. The White King.
Fed up of being scared out of her wits, Ari quietly delved through her closet until she found the baseball bat she kept there from her days in Little League with Charlie. Clutching it firmly between both hands, Ari stealthily made her way out into the hall, ignoring the pounding behind her ribcage and the rushing whoosh of blood waves in her ears. She strained to hear as she tip-toed downstairs. She couldn’t call out for Charlie in case it wasn’t Charlie so she knew she better keep her reflexes tight in case it was Charlie and she swung a bat at him. It took her less than five minutes to scope out the ground floor and Ari couldn’t find anyone or anything that could have been the cause of the thud. Deciding it must have been Ms. Maggie, Ari dropped the bat on her living room couch and stood facing the window, trying to find calm in the neat, peaceful neighborhood that had no idea that Middle Eastern legends were true — that living next door to them was one of the Jinn; a Jinn who was a child of a monster and a tramp. Was that what she was? Was that what she had been looking for all this time? She bit down on her lip so hard — trying to hold in the tears of despair — she drew blood.
“You know there was an Ifrit living in your house, right?”
Letting out a startled cry, Ari spun around to find two men standing in the doorway of her living room. No. Not men. Ari took in the one closest to her with abject dread. If it was possible he stood even taller than The White King, and there was a familiarity in the cut of his features that made her stomach flip. However, instead of bleak black eyes and a shiny bald head, this guy had bright blue eyes, brown skin tinged with a slight reddish hue, and long flame-red hair tied back in a ponytail at the back of his neck. The tip of the ponytail swung at his lower back as he took a step closer to her. Ari stumbled back, not fooled by the jeans and t-shirt he wore. He was Jinn.
She just wanted them to leave her the hell alone. Why couldn’t they do that? What did they want from her? “What are you?” was all she managed.
He smiled at her, a genuine, beautiful smile that wiped any similarity to The White King from his face. “I’m your uncle,” his deep voice boomed around the room. He didn’t speak with that careful, old-fashioned correctness The White King had. He spoke like her. Like a modern American.
Ari shivered and glanced around for some kind of weapon since her baseball bat was too far away from her now. “I told The White King to leave me alone.”
His eyes dimmed. “Oh I’m not here for your father. The opposite in fact. I’m The Red King. You may call me ‘Uncle’ if you wish.”
She frowned. “I don’t think so. What do you want?” She glanced warily over The Red King’s shoulder at the guy standing in the doorway. Something about him made her pause. When his eyes glittered back at her from the shadows, Ari felt his gaze on her with a jolt, like sun peering through the crack in a curtain, waking one with burning eyes and a groan. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was unexpected and intense. She eyed him back guardedly before shifting her gaze back to the enigmatic red-head before her. “I’ve had my fill of Jinn for the day. And not the good gin that my dad has locked in his liquor cabinet. The creepy Jinn that took a bite out of my arm and destroyed everything I’ve ever known.”
“Yeah.” The Red King heaved a sigh, sitting down on the couch. “Sounds like big bro.”
Ari raised an eyebrow at how casual and relaxed he was. “What are you doing here?”
“The Sultan sent me.”
Her eyes widened. “Azazil?”
The Red King took a step forward, his features suddenly taut with expectancy. “How much did bro tell you?”