The Law of Stars and Sultans

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.”

It wasn’t fair that someone should suffer so much grief in less than a year, but that was life. And that was definitely jinn life.

In the end, Ari cried herself to near unconsciousness, barely aware of Jai carrying her up to her room where he tucked her into bed so she could sleep and block out the pain for a while.

Instead of the mind-numbing relief of deep black, Ari dreamed.

Somewhere Ari could feel the dreams like an unnatural pressure in her head, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the images in her mind. She floated from dreamscape to dreamscape—from Sandford and Vicker’s Woods with Charlie, to Cincinnati Zoo with Derek, to Arizona with Fallon. And then Pazuzu was there, splicing her, lashing her, shouting his threats of forever in her face until she fell to the ground, only to have to watch as Pazuzu slashed Jai to ribbons, cut Trey’s throat, and wiped a hand across the sky to reveal the faces of Michael and Caroline and the rest of the Roe Guild Hunters. Her heart literally stopped when Rachel and Staci appeared in the group.

Pazuzu was taunting her. Letting her know that all the people she cared about were going to die for what she’d done to him.

Their faces and voices lambasted her with color and sound and pain.

And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, they swirled and blurred into a funnel, a vacuum, disappearing into a black that quickly transformed to a scene so vivid, it was like it was happening all over again.

Azazil’s palace. Azazil himself. Ari glanced up at him before her.

And Asmodeus. He stared at her with a strange intensity.

She was going to die. They were going to take the seal from her …

She fought to control her breathing and relax the way Jai had taught her. Sacrificing herself meant Lilif would be kept imprisoned. Surely that was worth the sacrifice?

But if she offered to sacrifice herself and there was a chance that she actually made it out on the other side, she was getting something of worth out of it.

“Come any closer and I’ll command Azazil to kill you before you make a move,” Ari told Asmodeus softly.

The room darkened as Azazil’s energy thickened with what Ari assumed was his anger. “What do you want?” he asked shrewdly.