Chapter Eleven
This couldn’t be happening. One moment, Zahrias was there, features almost preternaturally calm as he attempted to negotiate with Qadim, and in the next, he was surrounded by djinn she had never seen before, djinn who must have been water and earth elementals, judging by the geyser that erupted out of the ground, drowning the flames he attempted to summon, quenching his fire, even as a tornado of dirt spun around him, blinking him out of existence.
A scream tore itself from Julia’s throat, and she flung herself forward, going to the spot where Zahrias had disappeared. But then Qadim’s hand clamped down on her arm, and he pulled her back toward him.
“He is gone,” the djinn murmured in her ear, breath hot in contrast to the cool morning air.
Julia shuddered. “Let go of me.
