“I am, Mother,” he assured her, his jaw tight with tension and anger. “But I fear we are just sitting ducks. Even with this army,” he sneered as he waved his hand over the masses behind them. “Are you really arrogant enough to believe we can win against Azazil and my brothers? Not to mention your brother?”
“Having doubts, my love?” She smirked at him but inside felt a prickle of hurt at his lack of belief in her.
“No. But if what Red told me is true about you attempting to maim Glass, you couldn’t withstand a fight with the two of them. You couldn’t withstand a fight with Azazil.”
“I’m stronger now, thanks to your father. I have within me the power of the seal. We just need in and then I can command Azazil and your brothers to their knees.” She sighed heavily and gazed back up at the darkening sky. “However, you are right. First we need to get in. We need more power.”
“You have some of the most powerful marids in existence in this army, including many lesser Royals you’ve commanded obeisance from, many of whom will be mortified to discover they were part of their sultan’s downfall when this is over.”
“I don’t remember you being this taxing.” Lilif shot her son an irritated look. She then turned to stare at the jinn who were guiding their natural magic to pulse against the barrier. Sparks of ember floated all around them. And yet, it wasn’t enough. They needed more … they needed …
Lilif shot a look at White. There was one lesser Royal who wasn’t there with them. One lesser Royal who, although brand new, Lilif knew from personal experience was exceptionally powerful in her own right. The thought quickly gained speed and Lilif decided she liked the idea greatly. The girl was strong and spirited and Lilif had a genuine liking for her. It would be a mark of great pride if she could talk the girl into joining her. She gestured to the army with a triumphant smile twitching her pretty lips. “Let them rest until I return.”
White frowned. “Off to find more recruits?”
She shook her head. “Just one.”
* * *
As White watched his mother leave, an unwelcome feeling settled over him as he deduced who she was going after. He wouldn’t call that feeling guilt … no, not quite. But whatever it was, he found himself using more of his energy to yell a warning Red’s way.
Ari was not going to lie. An assignment in a creepy graveyard wasn’t really doing it for her. She’d faced some of the most dangerous beings on the planet, and yet the graveyard freaked her out. The creaking trees, the low winter sun through their gnarled branches, the soft wind whistling unintelligible words that every now and then actually sounded like her name.
Where the hell was this Edimmu?
“A Guild Hunter on her lonesome?”
Ari spun around at the hoarse voice. Her eyebrows rose at the sight of the jinn lying atop a large tombstone. Smaller than the average man, the utukku was positioned rather casually, one knee bent, elbow cocked to support his head as he grinned at her with black, razor-sharp teeth held in place by pink and black gums. His limbs were long and thin and he had a scaly, muddy green, skin that contrasted sharply with his blinking, wide yellow eyes and the baby-fine blond hair on his head. “I am Mirza the Great.” He studied his long, sharp black fingernails as if bored.
Keeping in mind Jai’s advice not to play around with this little creep, Ari concentrated on the curse Trey and Jai had been helping her work on. It was deadly, meant to be used when a weapon or defensive magic was a nonissue. It was all about channeling her natural magic and using it to change small elements of the reality around her. This kind of magic was called a curse for a reason—it messed with the balance in the tiniest ways. Ari hadn’t liked the sound of that but, as Jai so logically pointed out, killing with a knife or gun messed with the balance too.
Mirza had only a second to sense the strong build-up of power before Ari let it loose and guided it to her target. She felt it make contact with Mirza. The utukku froze as though someone had hit his pause button. Narrowing her eyes and feeling the magic tug a little unpleasantly, Ari forced it to finish the job, watching with a sick feeling as black cracks appeared all over the utukku’s body, widening incrementally until, at last, they exploded into shimmering black dust.
Exhausted, Ari immediately drew the magic back inside of her, wiping a shaking hand across her sweaty forehead. She felt a dark hollowness inside, just as she’d felt when she’d killed the qarin. The utukku was her second kill, and it hadn’t been any easier. Truthfully, she’d be worried if the day ever came when it was.