Jai’s features tightened and Ari felt the crackle of his magic fill the room, as did Michael and the others who tensed and turned to him, realizing he was willing to fight to save Charlie for Ari.
“No, Jai, don’t.” Charlie rose unsteadily, holding his hands out in placation. Ari watched as Jai’s eyes met Charlie’s. “Please. This is how it ends. Please.”
Ari waited on tenterhooks for Jai’s decision. The air suddenly returned to normal as Jai gave into Charlie’s wishes and the Roe Guild Hunter’s relaxed. Ari let out a broken sob. “No.”
She was immediately wrenched into Charlie’s tight grip. “None of this is your fault. You remember that. And remember,” he gave her one last squeeze as he whispered in her ear, “I love you too.”
He walked into Michael Roe’s hold.
As they escorted him out of the basement, past a somber Jai and Trey, it hit Ari that they were taking her oldest friend to his death.
Her knees gave out.
Familiar, strong arms found her and rocked her against his body. “Ssshh.”
“It worked,” she choked against Jai’s shoulder. “It worked. He was himself again. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening …”
***
As the sun set on Mount Qaf, the White King stood on one of his many balconies and gazed out over the mountains. Today he’d sat judgment over three disputes among his people, the first a territorial dispute between two of his Hakims—wealthy Lords whose homes were settled in close proximity to one another a few miles from White’s palace. The latest emerald mine had been opened nearby and a fee needed to be paid to the owner of the land. Both Hakims had sworn the land was theirs. White listened to the evidence but in the end, he relied on his own memory to play judge. He granted the fee to the Hakim whose family had settled on the land first.
The following two quarrels had been marriage disputes. Sometimes they could be quite entertaining, but White was too lost in his own maudlin thoughts to pay much attention to either.
Inspiration seemed to have failed him in how to proceed with reawakening Lilif, and it was slowly eating at him.
A knock on his parlor door met his ears and he called to the Shaitan to come in.
“You have a guest, master.”
White turned as the Shaitan bowed and removed himself from the room, leaving Rabir, White’s most trusted servant, behind. His muscles tensed at the expression on Rabir’s face.
Something had happened.
The Jinn strode toward White with purpose. “Your Highness,” he bowed his head reverently.
“What brings you here?”
Rabir smiled as he raised his chin.
“Something I thought may be of interest to you.”
White raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“I’ve been watching the girl’s home as you requested. I just witnessed the Roe Hunters remove Charlie Creagh from it.”
“The boy is coming here to die then?”
Rabir nodded with a smug smile.
“And rumor has it, Azazil owes the girl a favor.”
He let Rabir’s news settle on him and percolate.
A rush of feeling exploded through his veins. He felt himself again for the first time in weeks. Thank all the emeralds on Mount Qaf for his Rabir. The man was smarter than all of his royal brothers put together. What Rabir had just brought him was the game changer. It could deliver him everything he’d wanted.
He gave Rabir a respectful bow of his head. “I think perhaps it’s time we procured you a royal title, my friend.”
***