Chapter Eighteen
Although the breeze blowing around them was warm verging on hot, all of Jillian’s veins suddenly turned to ice. She didn’t know the two djinn who stood by the Harley — how could she? The only djinn she’d ever even caught a glimpse of was Zahrias — but that hardly mattered now.
What mattered was that they were here, staring at Aldair with expressions that held a strange mixture of astonishment and dislike.
“So we were right,” said the younger and slighter of the two djinn, although he could only be described as “slight” when compared to his companion, who had to be around six foot six and had the build of a pro wrestler. “We sensed a djinn presence somewhere in these hills when there should not be one. How in all the heavens and hells came you to be here, Aldair al-Ankar
