“That is correct,” Qadim interposed, the rumble of his deep voice effectively burying the commander’s protests. “You do not think. You do as I say. Now go.”
Still with his forehead etched in a frown, Margolis stalked out of the room. Julia sat frozen in her chair, wishing she could flee. Not that the djinn would probably allow her to take two steps before he stopped her.
“Better,” he went on, once the sound of Margolis’ footsteps had disappeared. Julia wondered how big the house actually was. “Come with me.”
That didn’t sound good. She doubted protesting that she wanted to stay right here would go over too well with Qadim, however, and so she got up from her chair. “Where are we going?”
He smiled, and she wished he hadn’t. Most people’s smiles improved their faces, but she couldn’t say
