down the link between us to a low hum, suggestions of emotion, nothing more.
That was as close to cutting himself off from me as he could manage, since our wedding ceremony had joined us together on that powerful level.
I didn't like it.
"She's all right," David told me. He was looking at me, but not - eyes unfocused, and miles away. "Physically... aetherically... she's all right, she's just... less than she was. As if pieces of her had been burned away."
"Or eaten," I said.
"You're thinking of an Ifrit," he said, and the focus sharpened in his eyes. "That wasn't an Ifrit." No, it definitely had not been an Ifrit. Those were Djinn, badly damaged and transformed, yes, feeding on their own kind, but still recognizably of the Djinn DNA family.
This thing... not so much.
"What if it was part Ifrit?" I said slowly. I struggled up to a reclining position, with my pillow bracing my aching back. "Part Demon, too? Some kind of hybrid?"
"That would be bad," David said, very softly.
"Yeah, it'd suck like an industrial-strength Hoover. Demons are hard to kill; Ifrits can consume pieces of other Djinn, right?" As I understood it, Ifrits were the result of damage occurring to a Djinn's ability to process energy from the aetheric. Starving and desperate, they did what any living creature might do to survive; they turned cannibal, stealing energy from their own kind. Dark, nightmarish vampire Djinn, usually with a nearly complete lack of higher mental faculties. Maddened by hunger.
Marry that to a Demon, and you've got a truly terrifying weapon against the Djinn, not to mention anyone else who gets in the way, like Wardens.
In a word, one of Venna's ghosts - invisible, deadly, and adaptable.
"Can she recover?" I asked, thinking again of Venna. David gave me a highly suspect shrug.
"Check that - can she recover in time to do that again?"
"I don't know. I'm not her Conduit."
"Cop-out."
"Hey!"
"You know. You may not be able to help her, but you know whether or not Ashan can help her."
"Ashan isn't saying much," David said. "You know how he is." Oh, I knew. We'd hit the same brick wall when trying to help another of Ashan's Old Djinn, a particularly arrogant specimen named Cassiel who'd pissed the old dude off and been cast out to fend for herself for her troubles. She hadn't quite become an Ifrit. Instead, she'd decided to go the less conventional route of binding herself to the Wardens for her daily dose of life energy... and I wasn't at all sure that had been a good idea, still. Thank God, she wasn't here with us, causing trouble. Wherever she was, I hoped she was doing better than we were.
Ashan had refused to talk about that incident, too. He wasn't, in general, the chattiest of all my many enemies. He'd read the guidelines for villainy, the first one being Don't monologue.
"Is she staying?" I asked. Because Venna being Venna, she could stay or go, exactly as she pleased. In her place, I'm not sure I wouldn't have gone off to the Djinn Day Spa for the next several millennia, and left us human idiots to our own devices.
"Of course she's staying," David said, and smiled just a little. "Venna's more like you than she'd like to admit."
"Apart from being cuter."
"Debatable."
"I don't have any HELLO KITTY shoes."
"Could be remedied." He lifted my hand to his lips, and I shivered at the gentle touch, not to mention the look in his eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier. I realized I wasn't helping you recover. It's hard to remember how much we share now. I don't want to add to your problems."
"You were worried," I said. "Hell, join the club. We have T-shirts and free-drink coupons.
Open bar every Wednesday."
"Come here." He folded me in his arms, and I let out a long sigh. Most of my remaining tension went with it. "You did very well back there."
"What, getting myself backed into a corner to be chopped up by the walking meat slicer?
Yeah, spectacular job. Mom would be proud."
"I don't think many humans could have stood against it at all," he said. "Fewer still would have tried. I talked with Venna about how she destroyed it. She vibrated it. I think you could do the same?"
"Vibrated - " Of course. Crystalline structure in its bones and claws and teeth. Strong, but hit it with the right oscillated frequency, and you could hurt it, maybe destroy it. "I'd need to experiment to get it right. I don't