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didn’t even need a television set, he just sucked up the information on the airwaves.
She pinched her lower lip and spun in more circles, watching the shadowed room go round and round.
An affinity to things of the spirit meant sometimes going past the teachings from her childhood, to an understanding that resided deep in her gut. She patted along the edges of the connection, learning as she explored the thread. When she was confident she had a good sense of it, she wrapped her awareness around the thread and yanked .
Far in the distance, an immense cyclone whipped around to give her its full, startled attention. She stopped spinning and sat back in her chair as it streamed toward her, spitting with fury.
The cyclone exploded into the house. The window curtains spun into a knot, and all the loose papers on the desk blew around the room. Black smoke seethed in the office and coalesced into the figure of one outraged Djinn.
He wore a dark crimson tunic and trousers, his raven hair pulled ruthlessly back from that elegant, inhuman face. His ivory skin was luminous against the rich red, and his diamond eyes shone brighter than the backlit computer screen, casting the shadowed office into even deeper darkness.
Yeow. He seemed bigger when he was angry.
He snarled, “You dare?”
Well, that experiment went well. She raised her eyebrows and pinched her lower lip again. “Would you rather give me a cell phone number that I can call?”
He gave her an incredulous glare. “How did you know to do that?!”
“I’m good at what I do?” she offered. What exactly had she done? She patted the air, found the thread of connection and gave it another small, experimental tug. Sulfurous anger boiled the air. Okay. Whatever it is, it must be like pulling the tail on a cat.
He bared his teeth and hissed at her. “Stop doing that!”
She muttered, “Also? Apparently sometimes I can be kind of stupid.”
Maybe he had been, well, having sex with his date. Mate. Mates. How inopportune was that.
If Djinn had sex. If they didn’t, it might explain his perpetual bad mood. Driven by a compulsion she couldn’t control, she asked, “Do you ever watch TV?”
Suddenly he was across the room and bending over her, huge hands clenched on the arms of her chair. “What do you want, human?”
She frowned, starting to get angry herself. “First you butt in where you don’t belong. You trespass and visit with my kids without permission. Now you yell at me simply because I want to have a talk with you? You are an inconsistent, irascible son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
He cocked his head, his eyes narrowed, and growled, “Baiting me is more than kind of stupid.”
She threw up her hands. “I’m not baiting you! I called but you didn’t answer! If you didn’t want to be interrupted, why did you leave that thread? I had no idea Djinn were so fragile. I certainly didn’t mean to hurt you when I yanked your chain.” She shrugged and made a mea culpa gesture. “Okay, maybe that bit was baiting.”
Somewhere in the house, one of the ghosts chuckled. Khalil didn’t seem to notice either the ghost’s presence or Grace’s digs. Instead he lifted his head and stared in the direction of the hall. “Are the children all right?”
Her angry sense of mischief melted into a confused twist of emotion. This glorious, strange entity really cared about the welfare of her kids. She said quickly, “They’re fine.”
Those fierce diamond eyes came back around to her. “You will now tell me why you summoned me,” he said in that low, pure voice of his that held not a hint of softness, “or I will make you sorry.”
She lost her breath. She felt as if a five-hundred-pound Bengal tiger had padded up to growl in her face. In a way, it had. Her gaze turned wary as she searched his hard ivory face. “I…summoned you? I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing.”
Khalil’s penetrating eyes searched her expression. “You have no idea what
She pinched her lower lip and spun in more circles, watching the shadowed room go round and round.
An affinity to things of the spirit meant sometimes going past the teachings from her childhood, to an understanding that resided deep in her gut. She patted along the edges of the connection, learning as she explored the thread. When she was confident she had a good sense of it, she wrapped her awareness around the thread and yanked .
Far in the distance, an immense cyclone whipped around to give her its full, startled attention. She stopped spinning and sat back in her chair as it streamed toward her, spitting with fury.
The cyclone exploded into the house. The window curtains spun into a knot, and all the loose papers on the desk blew around the room. Black smoke seethed in the office and coalesced into the figure of one outraged Djinn.
He wore a dark crimson tunic and trousers, his raven hair pulled ruthlessly back from that elegant, inhuman face. His ivory skin was luminous against the rich red, and his diamond eyes shone brighter than the backlit computer screen, casting the shadowed office into even deeper darkness.
Yeow. He seemed bigger when he was angry.
He snarled, “You dare?”
Well, that experiment went well. She raised her eyebrows and pinched her lower lip again. “Would you rather give me a cell phone number that I can call?”
He gave her an incredulous glare. “How did you know to do that?!”
“I’m good at what I do?” she offered. What exactly had she done? She patted the air, found the thread of connection and gave it another small, experimental tug. Sulfurous anger boiled the air. Okay. Whatever it is, it must be like pulling the tail on a cat.
He bared his teeth and hissed at her. “Stop doing that!”
She muttered, “Also? Apparently sometimes I can be kind of stupid.”
Maybe he had been, well, having sex with his date. Mate. Mates. How inopportune was that.
If Djinn had sex. If they didn’t, it might explain his perpetual bad mood. Driven by a compulsion she couldn’t control, she asked, “Do you ever watch TV?”
Suddenly he was across the room and bending over her, huge hands clenched on the arms of her chair. “What do you want, human?”
She frowned, starting to get angry herself. “First you butt in where you don’t belong. You trespass and visit with my kids without permission. Now you yell at me simply because I want to have a talk with you? You are an inconsistent, irascible son of a bitch, aren’t you?”
He cocked his head, his eyes narrowed, and growled, “Baiting me is more than kind of stupid.”
She threw up her hands. “I’m not baiting you! I called but you didn’t answer! If you didn’t want to be interrupted, why did you leave that thread? I had no idea Djinn were so fragile. I certainly didn’t mean to hurt you when I yanked your chain.” She shrugged and made a mea culpa gesture. “Okay, maybe that bit was baiting.”
Somewhere in the house, one of the ghosts chuckled. Khalil didn’t seem to notice either the ghost’s presence or Grace’s digs. Instead he lifted his head and stared in the direction of the hall. “Are the children all right?”
Her angry sense of mischief melted into a confused twist of emotion. This glorious, strange entity really cared about the welfare of her kids. She said quickly, “They’re fine.”
Those fierce diamond eyes came back around to her. “You will now tell me why you summoned me,” he said in that low, pure voice of his that held not a hint of softness, “or I will make you sorry.”
She lost her breath. She felt as if a five-hundred-pound Bengal tiger had padded up to growl in her face. In a way, it had. Her gaze turned wary as she searched his hard ivory face. “I…summoned you? I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing.”
Khalil’s penetrating eyes searched her expression. “You have no idea what
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