The fey magic could capture humans, and only if the mortals were foolish enough to accept three wishes.
There was nothing pansy ass about the Jinn.
They only needed a victim to willingly fall into their debt, no matter how slight an IOU, to make a claim on their soul. And it didn’t matter if they were mortals or dew fairies or vampires. They all fell beneath the Jinn’s spell of enchantment.
When Laylah was barely more than a child she had accidentally enslaved an imp she’d found caught in an iron trap used by a poacher. It was her nature to heal those in need and she hadn’t realized the danger until the imp refused to leave her foster mother’s farm, his desperate attempts to please her causing complete chaos until she’d finally figured out how to release him.
She’d done her best over the years to keep the talent locked deep inside her. It seemed immoral to claim another’s soul. Even worse than killing them.
And it was only when the mage had taken her captive that she’d deliberately tried to bind another to her will. Unfortunately the bastard had kept her so weak she hadn’t been able to use any of her powers.
Now she was left flying with a wing and a prayer.
Her usual state of affairs.
Tane narrowed his eyes, looking at her as if she’d sprouted horns.
“You have the power to bind a vampire?”
Well, that was the question wasn’t it?
She had no way to calculate how much strength it would take to enslave a vampire, but she was fairly certain it was waaaay more than she could claim. Her only hope was being able to … prompt him to do her bidding.
“I can’t turn you into my private puppet, if that’s what you’re worried about, but it does give me the upper hand in our negotiations,” she smoothly said, pretending she wasn’t completely clueless.
His hand lifted to cup her cheek as he easily sensed her shaky confidence.
“You’re lying.”
“Whatever.” She shrugged. “Are you coming with me or not?”
“Maybe I want to wish for something beyond …”
“I’m counting to three, you can come or stay, I don’t give a crap,” she hastily interrupted.
“Oh, I intend to come,” he assured her with a sinful smile. “In more ways than you can imagine.”
“One,” she gritted.
“And you’re coming with me.”
“Two.”
He brushed his lips softly over her mouth. “You got it, sweet Laylah?” “Three.”
As the word tumbled from her lips the fog began to swirl, twirling ever faster as she thinned the veil between worlds. Dammit. She’d made her decision and no arrogant bloodsucker was going to stand in her way.
“I wish to remain at your side,” he muttered, grabbing her arm just as she began to step through the veil.
There was the sensation of clinging spider webs and the prickles of electricity that became stabs of lightning as she pressed through the veil. And pain. Enough pain to send her to her knees as they tumbled through the fog and into a chilled darkness.
The combination of pain from the entry and the shock at being wrenched from the ephemeral mists to the very real world of hard stone and damp air briefly disoriented her. She sucked in a shaky breath.
This was the very last time she was taking passengers along for the ride.
Slowly working through the pain, Laylah became aware of her surroundings.
The dark tunnels that ran beneath the outskirts of London. The faint scent of rain from overhead. The sound of Tane’s curses as he struggled to his feet. And …