The night air was cold, and the sky was so clear hundreds of thousands of stars were visible. "Isn't it beautiful?" I asked, making conversation. "Beyond comprehension." "Ri - " I glanced at him and realized he wasn't looking at the stars but at me. "Oh." My face burned with embarrassment. I was grateful for the darkness. His hands were clasped behind his back. He nudged my shoulder. I nudged him back. "So where are we going?" Laeddin asked.He was the most relaxed I'd seen him. The dark did that to people. It washed away worries and blanketed fears. "If anyone knows how to find the chayot leader, it's my grandfather, Professor Pops." I pointed at the large house coming into view. "You're going to reveal yourself to him? I thought you wanted to keep it a secret. Besides, are you sure he still lives here?" He pointed at the fancy sports cars and trucks with lift kits parked in the driveway. "He already knows. He is my English teacher at school. And he positively still lives here
We walked toward the house, but I got the sense Laeddin didn't intend to take us all the way back. "What's the plan?" I asked. The selfish part of me wanted to put off the confrontation with Jaffar for as long as possible. I didn't want to lose him just like I lost Abby. If Jaffar even agrees, my mind whispered. And part of me didn't want him to. I kept going back to my wishes. I had two left. Couldn't I just wish the genies were no longer demura? What would happen if I did? Would all of them disappear? Did that include Laeddin? I wasn't ready to have him be gone. Before Laeddin could answer, a golden carpet landed at our feet, shimmering in the moonlight. Laeddin stepped on and held out a hand for me. "Are you serious?" I asked, holding my ground. Riding on something was not the same as flying with wings. Laeddin smiled sadly. "A magic carpet is one of my favorite ways to travel."I glanced around at the houses in our neighborhood. They weren't close together. Trees, shrubs, flowe
Laeddin found my hand under the water. He took it in his. "Two thousand years, Jaffar. You look well." I felt his shoulders shrug. "You look the same."His thin lips curled into a smile. "So do you, youngest son." As he spoke hundreds of skull monkeys appeared behind him. They sounded like a cheering crowd. Jaffar raised his bony hand and the monkeys quieted. "Who is the girl you have with you?" Laeddin's hand tightened around mine. I knew he was telling me not to say a word, so I kept quiet. "This is Jackie. She's my newest mistress." "Ahhhhh, well step out from behind the genie, child. Let me have a look at you." He waved his hand and Laeddin was forcefully pushed away.I really didn't want to look at him, so I pretended to be shy. "There's no need to fear me or the skull monkeys. We mean you no harm." He glided along the ground as though he were floating. I didn't respond but peered at him from under my lashes.Jaffar squinted shrewdly. "Interesting." To Laeddin, he asked, "Why
Laeddin jumped forward, grabbing his arm. "She isn't from our realm, Jaffar. You can't make a deal with her. It's against the rules of magic."Jaffar screeched, pushing him away as though he were made of paper. "I just did." He struck the ground once with his staff. A circular light shot from the ground and radiated across the land. Laeddin fell to his knees. I watched, waiting for the tattoos around his wrists to vanish. "Watch," Jaffar commanded. The scenery in front of me swirled like wet watercolors. And before my eyes was a new landscape. I watched a demura about to enter a body, but it suddenly stopped, glanced in my direction and then vanished. "That's one."From behind I heard Laeddin gasp. One of his brothers had just been killed before his eyes. I wanted to go to him, hug him and tell him I was sorry. I wanted to take away his pain, but I couldn't. Not while Jaffar was there. Not while I needed to make sure all the demura were gone. A similar scene to the first happened t
"Ms. Ryder? Are you listening?" Mr. Henry, my grandfather looked over the top of his reading glasses. That was me. I, Jasmine, the only princess of Sharra was pretending my last name was Ryder and was sitting in history class, daydreaming. Something I found myself doing a lot lately. "Uh, sorry. What was the question?" As I spoke, I scrunched down in my chair. Several students snickered. Drake called me a freak under his breath. My blood boiled, but I pushed it down. A quick glance at the clock above the door confirmed history class would be over two minutes. Two horrendously long minutes. "Was the Civil War necessary to abolish slavery?" Mr. Henry came around his desk, removing his reading glasses and tucking them into the pocket of his tan sweater. I would never tell him this, but the students at school called him Mr. Rogers. The description fit. He always wore a sweater over a button down shirt and he always wore slacks with the same pair of loafers. Personally, I though
"Really?" Peter said, putting his hands on his hips. He came closer, studying my back. "It looks about the same." He sounded accusing, not that it was any of his freaking business.But I felt like I should explain. "I had a run in with Drake and an elfish woman. The wound reopened." I showed them the blood on my shirt. Tears pricked my eyes and before I knew it, I hopped off the stool, ran up the stairs and tossed myself across my bed. Yeah, not my finest moment. I lay there with my arms tucked under my body, still clutching my bloody shirt, and forced myself not to cry. Sometimes, when I was super emotional, if I cried, my tears would be red, like blood. But since Jaffar stole my wings, I'd become so close to human it was scary. Perhaps I was actually human. I knew I was no longer me - a vampire created from the seven magics and the blood of my parents - that was for sure. I was a shadow. A shell. A husk. The worst part about the feelings was that I was now exactly what I believed I
Darkness enveloped me and I calmed a little. As a vampire, I loved the dark. When I reached the end of the drive, I debated whether to go left or right. Right meant I would head toward Pops' house. There wasn't any place else to go after that. Left meant I could walk around the neighborhood. That was what I needed. But I couldn't make my legs move that way. My heart kept urging me to go right. I wanted to see Professor Pops. Maybe even Troy. They were good friends. "Hey."My heart jumped. The voice came from above. I looked up and saw Troy sitting on one of the larger tree branches quite high up, his legs dangling over the edge. "Hey yourself," I returned, clasping one hand over my heart. "How did you - " Before I could finish, he jumped. I was momentarily frightened for him, until he landed with a thud on both feet, crouching slightly. There was a huge smirk on his face."I'll bet you ten bucks and a ride on my back that you need some time alone with me." He straightened. I had to
When I got inside, Laeddin was back in the living room with Peter. He had a look on his face that said we would discuss what he just witnessed later. The TV was still on and Peter was focused on it. I glanced around, then remembered my mom had left. The serious conversation I planned couldn't happen tonight after all. I thought about her in Sharra, curious about whether she changed back and forth between herself and Zoe. If not, she would totally freak out Ciana, the vampire who helped raise me. I loved Ciana. She'd taken care of me since I was little when my parents were working. We played together during my mom's long meetings. In that moment, I remembered the vision right after Jaffar took my wings. She was flying and went into the mountain where all evil supernaturals were imprisoned. There she woke someone. A vampire she called Velencia. And Ciana had entered the tomb. My nanny betrayed me. Betrayed my mom and dad. Everyone. Our whole world. She was on Sharra's side. My mom n