Ten
Bailey didn’t know who was more surprised to see the acid-green AMG Mercedes pull up and the man and woman climb out — Nasim, or herself. She had been certain that she and her djinn companion were the only two living beings in the Los Angeles area, but apparently not. Although nothing in Nasim’s expression or posture indicated anything other than astonishment at being confronted by these newcomers, she couldn’t quite hold back the shiver of disquiet that passed through her. While she had gotten somewhat used to Nasim, the prospect of facing any other djinn was worrying, to say the least.
One thing was for sure — she and Nasim weren’t the only ones in L.A. with a sweet ride.
The woman was so strikingly beautiful that Bailey guessed she must be a djinn. For a moment, she thought the m
