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vengeful Sarafan wanted you dead? Every dark witch and warlock in the world descended on this city looking for you.
“You fought those battles and grew stronger with each one. As you no doubt will this time. I need to run to the shop for a bit, but I’ll be back to check on you. I wouldn’t leave, but I’ve got a new employee and he’s not quite adjusted to the clientele. Every time a dark lord or demon walks in he tries to kill them. Poor fellow can’t seem to distinguish between a tad evil and the really nasty fellows. Not good for business.” He gathered his coat.
As he walked to the door, he hesitated. I could tell he didn’t want to leave.
“Go, Garnout. I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, and it’s just a little sludge.” I wrapped my arms tight around my stomach when the rumbling began.
He smiled and left. Good thing he wasn’t there five minutes later or I might have tried to kill him. Doubled over in pain, I cursed him—and his “special potion.”
Twenty minutes after sipping the potion, I ran for the bathroom. I swear Beatrice watched with a small smile on her face. I know those eyes moved across the room with me.
About an hour later my strength returned. Couldn’t say I felt 100 percent back to normal. The queasiness stayed with me for hours.
When he returned to his apartment I tried to repay his kindness, but he was insulted. “You’ve saved my loved ones more than once, young witch, and you owe me nothing.”
Guess he’s referring to the time I got his nephew out of a tight squeeze in Beijing. The kid had gone to study magic at the Okania School and hung out with the wrong crowd. Before he knew it, he’d been sold into the slave trade. Garnout made sure the human exporters no longer existed while I saved the kid’s life from some weirdo who liked to molest and kill young men. That was about six years ago and Garnout had been so grateful he set me up a meeting with the prime minister. The PM liked me and I’ve been protecting him ever since. When he, or one of his friends, calls, I go. And I’ve built a nice little business for myself.
Now I’m living the life of luxury sitting on a sofa in my own private jet, while the pilots plot a course across Europe. Okay, technically it’s not my jet, but this isn’t such a bad life. Of course, I’ve still got to find a way to give this baby back to the sheik, but for now I’m just going to wallow on the plush leather couches and maybe even take a nap. After I eat my big juicy steak and drink this champagne the sheik insisted be stocked on board. Yummers.
Saturday, noon
Dubai
Who would have thought all this sand would be so extraordinary? I expected desert, but honestly I’ve never seen anything like this. Out my window all I see is miles and miles of windswept dunes. It’s beautiful in a vast sort of way.
I’m expected at lunch. We got in really late so they were nice enough to let me sleep in this morning. That’s unusual considering Miles is a part of the “they.”
Guess I should get my butt in gear and find the dining room. It won’t be easy. From what I saw last night this palace in the sand has more rooms than most hotels. Wonder what’s appropriate to wear to lunch in a place like this?
Sunday, 3 P.M .
Maybe it’s jet lag, but I could sleep for a week. The sheik and prime minster kept me in meetings for hours. These guys have no appreciation for the word weekend .
They wanted my opinion on security issues.
The problem lies with the sheik’s cousin. The jerk has gathered together some of the most powerful and evil warlocks in the world with one purpose in mind: to kill the very people I’m trying to protect. Man, that pisses me off.
“I thought he’d come after me because he wanted control of the family business,” Azir said of his cousin. “Now I know it’s about revenge.”
The prime minister didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t resist. “What happened?”
Azir leaned back in his chair and crossed his
“You fought those battles and grew stronger with each one. As you no doubt will this time. I need to run to the shop for a bit, but I’ll be back to check on you. I wouldn’t leave, but I’ve got a new employee and he’s not quite adjusted to the clientele. Every time a dark lord or demon walks in he tries to kill them. Poor fellow can’t seem to distinguish between a tad evil and the really nasty fellows. Not good for business.” He gathered his coat.
As he walked to the door, he hesitated. I could tell he didn’t want to leave.
“Go, Garnout. I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl, and it’s just a little sludge.” I wrapped my arms tight around my stomach when the rumbling began.
He smiled and left. Good thing he wasn’t there five minutes later or I might have tried to kill him. Doubled over in pain, I cursed him—and his “special potion.”
Twenty minutes after sipping the potion, I ran for the bathroom. I swear Beatrice watched with a small smile on her face. I know those eyes moved across the room with me.
About an hour later my strength returned. Couldn’t say I felt 100 percent back to normal. The queasiness stayed with me for hours.
When he returned to his apartment I tried to repay his kindness, but he was insulted. “You’ve saved my loved ones more than once, young witch, and you owe me nothing.”
Guess he’s referring to the time I got his nephew out of a tight squeeze in Beijing. The kid had gone to study magic at the Okania School and hung out with the wrong crowd. Before he knew it, he’d been sold into the slave trade. Garnout made sure the human exporters no longer existed while I saved the kid’s life from some weirdo who liked to molest and kill young men. That was about six years ago and Garnout had been so grateful he set me up a meeting with the prime minister. The PM liked me and I’ve been protecting him ever since. When he, or one of his friends, calls, I go. And I’ve built a nice little business for myself.
Now I’m living the life of luxury sitting on a sofa in my own private jet, while the pilots plot a course across Europe. Okay, technically it’s not my jet, but this isn’t such a bad life. Of course, I’ve still got to find a way to give this baby back to the sheik, but for now I’m just going to wallow on the plush leather couches and maybe even take a nap. After I eat my big juicy steak and drink this champagne the sheik insisted be stocked on board. Yummers.
Saturday, noon
Dubai
Who would have thought all this sand would be so extraordinary? I expected desert, but honestly I’ve never seen anything like this. Out my window all I see is miles and miles of windswept dunes. It’s beautiful in a vast sort of way.
I’m expected at lunch. We got in really late so they were nice enough to let me sleep in this morning. That’s unusual considering Miles is a part of the “they.”
Guess I should get my butt in gear and find the dining room. It won’t be easy. From what I saw last night this palace in the sand has more rooms than most hotels. Wonder what’s appropriate to wear to lunch in a place like this?
Sunday, 3 P.M .
Maybe it’s jet lag, but I could sleep for a week. The sheik and prime minster kept me in meetings for hours. These guys have no appreciation for the word weekend .
They wanted my opinion on security issues.
The problem lies with the sheik’s cousin. The jerk has gathered together some of the most powerful and evil warlocks in the world with one purpose in mind: to kill the very people I’m trying to protect. Man, that pisses me off.
“I thought he’d come after me because he wanted control of the family business,” Azir said of his cousin. “Now I know it’s about revenge.”
The prime minister didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t resist. “What happened?”
Azir leaned back in his chair and crossed his
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