Chapter Three
Two hideous gashes marred Aidan’s cheeks. Blood still trickled from the wounds, and also stained the camo parka he wore. His long hair had fallen out of its usual ponytail and hung in mud- and blood-spattered strands around his face.
Jace surged forward first, slipping an arm under one of Aidan’s shoulders, since it was obvious he had trouble standing, even with the wall to support him. A second later, I went to him as well, sliding under his shoulder and feeling his weight settle on my arm as he slumped against me.
“What happened?” I asked, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew. It had to be the other djinn, the ones whose attack on Taos had been thwarted by Miles Odekirk’s device. How Aidan had managed to survive, I had no idea. And I didn’t even want to know what
