“But he’s not draining me now!”
She merely looked at me for so long I felt a sick gravitational shift inside my stomach.
“He is?”
“Ifrits can feed on humans,” she said. “But only on Wardens. And there is something within you that is not human that attracts him as well.”
The baby. Oh, God, the baby.
“You want me to voluntarilylet him kill me,” I said. “Me and the baby. To save Jonathan.”
“You must,” Rahel said. “You know what’s happening; you feel it already. Djinn are fighting. Killing. Dying. Madness is taking us, and there will be no safety without Jonathan. No sanity in anything, including the human world. Do you understand this?”
I shook my head. Not so much from ignorance as exhaustion. “You’re asking me to sacrifice my life and my child. Don’t you understand what that does to him if he’s left standing after that?”
“Yes. Even so, even if it destroys him forever, it must be so. There has not been a war among the Djinn for thousands of years, but this—it’s coming. We can’t stop it. Some want to pull away from humans, from the world. Some want to stay. Some feel it is our duty, however distasteful, to save humanity from itself.”
“Gee,” I said. “Don’t put yourselves out.”
She gave me a cool look. “There have been blows exchanged that cannot be taken back. I fear for us. And you. This is darkness, my friend. And I never thought I would see it again.”
“Jonathan knows that if I don’t break the bottle, there’s no bringing David back.”
Rahel didn’t answer, exactly. She etched sharp lines into the metal of the table, eyes hooded and unreadable. “He thinks he knows the outcome of things,” she said. “I think he sees what he wishes to see. He believes he can master David, even as an Ifrit. I don’t believe he can. But as much as he wishes to save David, he is thinking of your child, as well. He wishes to save all of you, if he can.”
“And you don’t. You want us to die for the sake of damage control. What am I supposed to say to that, Rahel?”
Rahel opened her elegantly glossed lips to reply, but before she could I felt a sudden hard surge of power up on the aetheric, and a male voice from behind me said, “I can solve all of your problems. Give David to me.”
Ashan. Tall, broad-shouldered, a sharp face that tended toward the brutal even while it was elegantly sculpted. He was a study in grays… silvered hair, a gray suit, a teal-colored tie that matched his eyes. Rahel’s fashion sense was neon-bright; he was like moonlight to her sun. Cold and contained and rigid, and nothing of humanity about him at all, despite appearances.
Rahel threw back her chair in a shriek of metal on concrete and hissed at him, eyes flaring gold. Ashan just stared at her. He looked breathtakingly violent, one second from murder, even though all he did was stand there.
I was looking at the embodiment of the war Rahel had been talking about, and I was the chosen battleground.
“Still campaigning for your master?” he asked. Not directed at me; I didn’t matter to him at all. I was human, expendable meat. “Time’s up, Rahel. Are you staying with him? The old guard’s changing. You don’t want to be stupid about this. I’ve got a place for you at my side.”
She didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Her defensive crouch was answer enough.
“It’s a small army you’ve put together,” Ashan said. “Small, and weak. You stink of humans, Rahel. Don’t you want to wash yourself clean of them? Them and all of the filth that we’ve wallowed in these thousands of years while Jonathan watched his plans rot and die?”
“I’m clean enough,” she said, “and I don’t answer to you.”
“Not yet,” he agreed, and turned those eerie eyes on me. “I don’t know why Jonathan hasn’t killed you, human, but if you get in my way, I won’t hesitate. You know that.”
I dug my fingernails into my palms and slowly nodded.
“Now be a good girl and go get the bottle for me,” he said. “I want David. Now.”
Interlude
As the storm nears its first brush with land, it’s almost unrecognizable from the soft, pale breeze born off the coast of Africa. It stretches hundreds of miles across, thickly armored in electric gray arcs of clouds. It carries inside of it the energy of the sun, stored in the form of tightly packed moisture that continues to rise and fall, condense and shred, and every transfer bleeds more fury into the system.
Dangerous, but not lethal. When it breaks, it will dump torrential rains and heavy winds, but it’s still just a storm.
But as it nears the first of several islands in its way, a one-in-a-billion confluence of events comes together, as an ocean current winding its way north to south is warmed by just the right angle of the sun. Its temperature rises by four degrees.
Just four.
Just at the right time.
The storm passes over the current, and bumps into the sudden warm wall of rising moisture. Something alchemical happens, deep within the clouds; a certain critical mass of moisture and temperature and energy, and the storm begins its relentless suicidal course.
The last small variable in the equation is a random brisk wind spinning off the Cape. It collides with the storm’s far perimeter and slides along, and because it is cooler it drags the storm with it.
The storm begins to turn. The storm has rotation. It has mass. It has a gigantic energy source, self-sustaining. It has taken a huge leap, grown explosively and deepened in its menace, and it is no longer a child.
It is now a full-fledged hurricane; and it is still growing.
Chapter Four
In retrospect, snarling, “Over my dead body!” probably wasn’t the smartest thing to say to a Djinn willing to take on Jonathan in a straight-up dogfight for control of the Djinn world.
I never said I was smart. But at least you can’t call me a coward.
Ashan reached out to grab me, but his hand never reached me; Rahel lunged past me in a flash of neon gold and flung herself on him like a tiger, ripping and snarling. Ashan, taken by surprise, fell back a few steps…
… off the balcony.
He didn’t fall. He floated, looking surprised and annoyed and a little bit pissed-off, and yanked a handful of Rahel’s cornrowed hair to get her off of him. His strength was incredible. I knew how tough Rahel was, and the ease with which he slung her around and threw her in a violent, swinging arc that ended in a crushing impact with the ground thirty feet below, and with at least four rows of cars on her way into the parking lot. Rahel hit the ground, rolled, and came up fluidly to her hands and knees, looking for all the world like one of those clawed raptors from the dinosaur movies.
She vaulted up to the roof of the white van, where Detective Rodriguez might have noticed a slight weight displacement but wouldn’t have seen a thing even if he’d looked out. She ran the length of it, then planted her feet and arced gracefully up into the air, heading straight for Ashan…
… who knocked her out of the air as easily as Babe Ruth swinging for the bleachers.
I could feel the disordered currents of energy in the air around me. The Djinn were causing instability, and dammit, there was nothing I could do about it.
Whatever damage had been done to my powers when I’d overextended and David had … changed… wasn’t fixing itself, and the energy Jonathan had thrust into me wasn’t made for weather work.
Rahel flew bonelessly through the air, crashed to the pavement of the parking lot, and rolled about fifteen feet, arms and legs flopping.
And then she vanished into mist.
Poof.
Ashan turned his attention back to me.
I gulped and stood up, backing away. Not a lot of escape opportunities on the balcony.
“You know what I want,” Ashan said, and held out his hand. His fingernails gleamed a kind of opal-silver in the twilight, and his eyes were as bright as moons. He might have been wearing a designer suit, but he was no kind of human. “Get the bottle.”