Chapter Nine
He couldn’t be here. How was he here? She’d locked all the doors behind her, and those doors had been rated to withstand near-miss tactical nukes and a variety of other nasty weaponry. Clay Michaels had always said that absolutely nothing could get through those bomb shelter doors.
Obviously, Clay Michaels hadn’t thought about making them djinn-proof.
Because Qadim stood there, only a few feet away from her. His dark eyes glittered dangerously in the uncertain light, and he took a step forward. Madison wished there was someplace she could run to, but her back was up against the wall, and she knew she was trapped.
“And here I thought I was being such a good host,” he went on. His gaze shifted to her left arm, now free of the sling, which she’d discarded as soon as she left
