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permanent around her, of that he was
certain. He’d never felt like this with Nala. With the Queen it had
always been passion and sparks, fire and fury.
    But with Paz, it was a gentle brook burbling
through a quiet meadow. And he was hungry for more.
    “No, little dove,” the endearment slipped
easily from his tongue, “we do not get hungry. But we do get
abysmally bored. So,” he gestured with his hand, “lead me to the
food area, I’ll teach you how to eat, while you tell me all about
Paz.”
    “My life was pretty boring.”
    He placed a hand on her back, shoving what
little bit of energy he had left to him into it and for a split
second he felt the cool shivers of her energy roll along his. He
trembled and she purred.
    Jinni couldn’t sustain the power long, but
it’d been enough. He stared at his hand as she walked toward the
dining area, sure he’d see a mark upon it. Something tangible to
mark the beauty of the moment.
    But there was only a faint blue hand staring
back at him, curling his hand into a fist he pressed it against his
chest. She stopped and turned to look at him, all innocence and
sweetness.
    “Are you coming?”
    Forever. Endlessly. Eternally. “Always.”
     

Chapter 8
     
    Paz glanced shyly from out the corner of her
eye as he laughed at her. His laugh was rich, like dark chocolate
cocoa. It warmed her and made her feel like she glowed.
    Maybe she did glow. She stared at her
arms.
    “Shove it out, Paz,” he instructed again.
“Push all that energy you feel rolling deep, deep below the
surface, shove it up to the surface. Force it into your hand, your
feet. You’re a fresh ghost, you can probably maintain it for a
while.”
    “I keep trying, but it’s not easy. You’ve had
how many years of practice?” She huffed, and narrowed her eyes,
concentrating on that stiff ball of crackling energy he’d talked
about. She felt it like a witch’s brew bubbling and fizzing just
beneath the surface of her chest bone.
    There was no one else in the cafeteria, which
really didn’t surprise her. It was past four in the morning last
time she checked, not that it mattered.
    It was one thing to flick aside a sheet,
quite another to try and lift a cup of coffee, let alone drink said
cup of coffee.
    Visualizing the energy like a hard steel
ball, she mentally imagined herself pushing it up to her collarbone
and then rolling it one hard turn at a time down her arm. Her
entire frame shook and rattled, silverware at the end of the long
white table began to make a buzzing noise as it softly bounced upon
the hard top.
    “Seven hundred years,” he said, and she
snapped her eyes wide, losing the ball and her concentration.
    “What?! You’re seven hundred years old?”
    He laughed. “No.”
    She snorted and shook her head, rolling her
shoulder, feeling an ache at her shoulder joint. The same type she
used to feel after a hard workout. Paz rubbed her arm, reveling in
the ache that made her feel more alive and real than she had in
days. “Good, because for a second there I was about to totally wig
out--”
    “I’m infinitely older.”
    The words died on her tongue. Did ghosts lie?
Were they capable of it?
    Even though she was a ghost now, Paz had no
idea what it really meant to be one.
    “Wow, that’s…”
    His molten brown eyes sparkled and she
giggled.
    “Yeah, ancient. You’re ancient. So genies
don’t fade into the light like we do?”
    Paz eyed the cup of lukewarm coffee before
her. Jinni had brought it to her hours ago, it’d steamed then. The
scent rich and bitter and so mouthwateringly tempting she’d been
sure she’d have learned the trick long ago. If only because her
desire for the cup of java had been so strong. But no beans (pun
intended).
    She’d abracadabra’d, open sesame’d, and
counted to three, none of which had worked. The coffee had gotten
colder and colder and Jinni had laughed harder and harder.
    He shook his head. “No, we don’t fade like
that. But we do fade.