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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Copyright © 2017 by Kimberly Loth

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is completely coincidental.

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  Prologue

  3000 years ago

  People bustled about in the marketplace, shoving one another and shouting about the prices of dates and oranges. Brightly colored fabric hung from the stalls. Men and women alike wore tight scarves on their heads to fight off the incessant sand. The stench of dung hung heavy in the air.

  A sheep butted against the goddess, Bast, and she shoved him away, trying not to bump the group of women next to her bartering for a gray rabbit.

  Men in purple and red galabayas eyed her as they passed. Even with her face veiled, they still tried to catch her eye. She dropped her gaze, as she wasn’t interested in any of them. She was waiting for a Jinn.

  Ever since the Djinn Samir discovered how to ignore the summons of the goddesses, the Jinn had gone off and done whatever they wanted. Including killing girls at a frightening rate. When Bast had control over Samir, she’d allowed the Jinn to take girls twice a year. This would have been more than enough to sate their appetites, but given any amount of freedom, the Jinn wouldn’t deny themselves something if they wanted it badly enough, and they adored taking the lives of beautiful women.

  Now the Jinn avoided capture.

  One day, another Jinn, Gabriel, came to her. She’d been more than a little surprised since Bast was not known for her kind heart, though now that she thought about it, maybe Gabriel chose her over Isis or Nut because of her ruthlessness. He knew she’d want her prey. And want Samir, she did.

  The sheep next to her bleated. She met the eyes of a young woman across the market and gave her a knowing nod. Five of Bast’s most trusted daughters were among the crowd. She gripped the potion in her pocket. Samir would not get away this time, and neither would Gabriel if he chose not to cooperate.

  Bast sensed Gabriel before she saw him. Jinn radiated an energy like no other being on Earth. She still had trouble believing humans never felt it, but she supposed they really felt much of anything. They were oblivious to the supernatural all around them. Even the obvious creatures like vampires or werewolves.

  Every female in the square watched Gabriel as he sauntered over to Bast. He was truly an exquisite specimen, dark skinned with defined muscles. Even Bast could appreciate him. Years ago, Isis certainly appreciated him and then some, many times.

  He stood closer to her than necessary, his broad, bare shoulder nearly brushing her cheek. She found it hard not to be charmed by his aura. She could see how women threw themselves at him.

  She batted her eyes at him. “I wasn’t sure you would show.”

  His piercing gaze captured hers. “I’ve no love for the goddesses, but Samir has gone too far.”

  She backed away a few steps, trying not to lose herself in his musky rose scent that lured her in. Instead, she grounded herself in her surroundings. The smell of fresh fruit, the chatter of people, and the heat of the sun.

  The spell broke, and she sneered at him. “You’re okay killing women, but the second a child dies you come running to me. What’s the difference?”

  Bast was sickened by how frivolous all human lives were to the Jinn, especially the life of a child. She supposed she might have felt the same way as the Jinn long ago, but now half of her daughters were part human. Sometimes she forgot she was fully goddess and they were not.

  Gabriel crossed his arms, his muscles taut. “Taking the life of a child is despicable. Samir knows this, but his lust has grown too great.”

  Bast nearly rolled her eyes. Samir’s lust had been too great from day one.

  She drew out the potion from her pocket. This was where he would try to run. “I may not have been entirely forthcoming with you.”

  His eyes narrowed at the bottle filled with a glowing purple liquid. “What’s that?”

  “The elixir of the gods. Given once every thousand years. You know what it does.” She let her voice drip like honey. Sometimes a Jinn fell for the magic in her voice and listened, but more often than not, they disappeared like ghosts. Human men were much easier to seduce.

  His jaw twitched. “That will make me Djinn.” No one ever accused Gabriel for falling for tricks. Ah, well, it was worth a shot.

  “Yes. We need a new one since Samir will be gone.” The only way to kill a Jinn was by using a Djinn, and she needed someone to kill the Jinn for her.

  “You’re crazy if you think I’ll take that.” He glared at her. A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

  “Do you want Samir gone? Drink the potion, and I’ll gladly take care of him. Don’t, and we will destroy all of you.”

  They were no closer to finding a way to kill the Jinn than they had been thousands of years ago, but they would never stop looking. She wasn’t letting him out of her sight. If he turned her down, she’d keep him locked up until he agreed to become Djinn.

  Gabriel’s eyes wandered around the market, resting on a young woman perusing a fruit stand
. The hunger in his eyes was real, and it sickened Bast.

  “Fine, I’ll drink your potion. But only after you take care of Samir. I don’t want to kill him.”

  “Where is he?” Bast asked, elated. She hadn’t expected him to agree so quickly. The Jinn were in for a rude awakening. They had no idea what was coming. As soon as Gabriel took that potion, she would see them all annihilated. Gabriel would be the perfect killing machine.

  “On his way. If he sees you, he won’t come to me.”

  Bast retreated into the alley and checked the position of her daughters.

  Samir entered the market, and Bast gasped. He was far more powerful than the last time she’d encountered him. The strength of his power didn’t matter though because he was Djinn. He might have been able to ignore her summoning, but once she had him in her sights, he had to obey her, and if he didn’t, she could force him back into a vessel. Samir had evaded her for thousands of years, and now he was about to get what was coming to him.

  “What did you find for me?” Samir’s oily slick voice hadn’t changed in millennia. Though his looks had certainly transformed. His hair hung in strings around his ears, and his formerly perfect physique had become frail.

  Gabriel shrugged. “A girl. Young.”

  Samir had always been obstinate and fought against Bast’s control from day one, but now she knew how to catch him.

  Samir gave a tight smile. “You are too good to me, Gabriel. I thought you weren’t interested in helping me after what happened to the last girl.”

  Gabriel blew hair out of his eyes. “No offense, Samir, but it’s not like I have any choice.”

  The Jinn had to obey the Djinn, but Samir always liked his subjects to want to serve him. In some ways Bast understood that, but at this point she didn’t care one way or another if the Jinn wanted to serve her or not.

  “Choices are overrated.” Gabriel shifted his feet and met her eyes. He nodded. The time had come.

  Bast stepped out of the shadows, watching Samir’s reaction. Fear flickered across his face. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She’d been waiting too long for this moment.

  “What’s the meaning of this?” Samir backed away, but Bast’s daughters closed in. They had to keep him here, or Bast would never find him again. She wasn’t going to take that chance.

  Bast reached up and ran a finger along Samir’s face. He jerked away into the grasp of one of her daughters.

  “You didn’t think you’d escape that easily, did you?” Bast gripped his wrist and extracted him from her daughter. “Goodbye, Samir.” She snapped her fingers, and he disappeared in a poof of smoke. Her daughters grinned, and Bast turned her attention to her actual prize. “The potion, Gabriel. Drink it.”

  “How do I know he’s gone?” Gabriel asked, backing into the wall. His eyes flicked between Bast and her daughters.

  “You saw him disappear.”

  “That doesn’t mean he’s dead. You promised me he’d die.”

  She gritted her teeth. Bast was not a patient goddess. “He’s never getting out. The potion. Now.”

  “About that…” Gabriel spun around, and Bast grabbed him.

  “You were going to run?” Bast asked. Gabriel’s eyes told her all she needed to know. “I make a very formidable enemy.” She snapped her fingers once again, and he disappeared as well.

  Someone handed her two small bottles. Both were identical in size, long and thin with a bulb at the bottom and a glass stopper on the top. Dark gray smoke swirled inside the first bottle, and the other held a deep blue shimmering fog.

  Samir would never again see the light of day.

  Gabriel, on the other hand, would rue the day he crossed Bast.

  Chapter 1

  Liv

  I blinked my eyes open. Ty hovered over me. I brushed at my nose, but plastic tubing got in the way. I couldn’t smell anything. A quick glance at my hand revealed an I.V. stuck in one of my veins. What on earth? How did I end up in the hospital?

  “Liv? Oh, thank god.” He let out a breath and ran a shaky hand through his hair. Worry lined Ty’s eyes. He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Can you talk?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember why I was here. Nothing made sense. The last thing I remember was talking to Gabe at prom, but I still couldn’t remember what was said.

  A hand squeezed mine, and I drew my eyes away from Ty. Gabe perched on the bed on my other side, frowning.

  “What happened?” I asked. My voice croaked. I flicked my eyes around the room. My brain raced through the past few days, but I was coming up blank on anything that would put me in the hospital. I wiggled my fingers and toes. At least I wasn’t paralyzed or anything, and nothing hurt.

  Ty sank into a chair and rubbed his face. “We don’t know. You collapsed at prom and have been unconscious since then.”

  Prom? Oh yeah. Candyland themed. Bad eighties music. Cotton candy. A dress that was too tight.

  I stared at Gabe. “How long?” My throat burned.

  “Two days,” he said, his jaw tight, and his arms crossed. Had I done something to piss him off?

  “I’m going to go find the doctor.” Ty stood and kissed me on the forehead once again. “I’m so glad you’re okay. Don’t you dare do that to me again.” His eyes were fierce—a rare look on him.

  He hurried out of the room, and I waited until he was gone before turning to Gabe. “What really happened?”

  “The wish was too much and nearly killed you. I didn’t know it would be that taxing. I’m so sorry.”

  Wish? Everything came back in a rush. Jasper wanted Penny and Scarlett dead. I wished him into his bottle to save them. That must’ve knocked me out. My chest tightened. I had no idea what happened after that.

  “Are Scarlett and Penny okay?” What if it didn’t work? Maybe that’s why I was in the hospital. Something went wrong. I struggled to sit up.

  “Calm down. Scarlett and Penny are fine and Jasper is gone. He’s not coming back,” Gabe said through clenched teeth. I collapsed back onto the bed. He gripped my hand a little harder. The way he said it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what he meant. Most of the time, Gabe seemed harmless, but the fact remained that he could kill me with a single wayward wish.

  Right now that didn’t matter. My friends were alive. “Then it was worth it.”

  “How could you say that?”

  “Because it’s true. I’d do it again if I had to.”

  He frowned. “You can’t do anything like this ever again.”

  “I can’t promise…” I squeezed his hand and stopped talking. It felt as if someone was stabbing the back of my throat. I would do it again. In a heartbeat. I’d never let a friend die if I could stop it, even if it meant I might get hurt. It bothered me that Gabe couldn’t understand that.

  He brushed a piece of hair off my forehead. “Do you want to rest? I can go.”

  “No,” I said, panic rising in my chest. What if some crazy genie tried to kill me again? I wasn’t safe without Gabe. I gripped his hand. I wasn’t entirely safe with him either, but his protection overrode the fear that he might accidentally hurt me.

  Ty cracked the door open and finished a hushed conversation. He shoved his phone in his pocket and sat on the end of my bed. “The doctor will be here in a minute. Liv, you scared me so bad.”

  Guilt gnawed at my insides over worrying him. He was too young to carry this burden.

  The young blonde doctor perused a chart. “You gave us quite the fright. How are you feeling?” he asked without looking up.

  “Fine.” I just wanted my own bed and room. “Can I go home?” I squirmed on the bed and tried to sit up. The doctor gently laid a hand on my shoulder and chuckled.

  “Not yet. Can you tell me about the moments leading up to you fainting?”

  Sure. An evil genie wanted to kill my two best friends, so I seduced him and wished him back into his vessel. Apparently that wish was too big, and I almost died.

  Geesh. He’d
lock me up.

  I thought a moment for a believable lie. “I don’t really know. I just got dizzy and passed out.”

  “When’s the last time you slept?”

  “Um. I don’t know. I have trouble sleeping at night. I get maybe an hour or two.” Gotta give the guy a bone. If he thinks it’s something else, then maybe I can avoid the gazillion tests they probably want to do on me. Exhaustion sounded like the perfect excuse.

  “What about water? Do you drink enough?”

  I fiddled with my blanket. “Um. I drink a lot of coffee.” Oh, yeah. I was going home. This was the perfect excuse.

  “I have to say this is the most extreme case of dehydration and exhaustion I’ve ever seen. You’re one lucky girl. From now on you must get at least eight hours of sleep and drink at least two liters of water. Can you do that for me?”

  “If it will get me out of this bed, I can do anything.”

  He chuckled. “Good. You’ll need to stay here a few more days because we haven’t found a reason why your heart stopped yet. But if you’re doing better, then you can go home.”

  I groaned. A few more days? Really?

  Three days later, they finally let me go. They had zero answers but couldn’t find any reason to keep me there.

  I woke to Gabe hovering over me after a glorious slumber in my own bed.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I blinked, still trying to wake up. “I’m a little cold.” I shivered. The weight of at least a dozen blankets settled on top of me. “Um, not exactly what I meant.”

  The blankets disappeared.

  “Then what did you mean?” A steaming cup appeared in his hand. “Tea?” That was two wishes he granted, and I had no pain in my forehead. Something was up. But first, I needed to warm up.

  “Gabe, I want you to cuddle with me.”

  A slow grin crept over his face. “Sorry, I should’ve thought of that.”

  He climbed under the covers and pressed up against my back, wrapping his arms around me. He buried his nose in my hair.

  “Thank you,” I said. “Um. How come my head didn’t hurt?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My head always pinches when you grant a wish.”