Chapter Eleven
They lay there for a long while. At last, though, Madison murmured, “I need to get cleaned up,” and slipped off the bed, then went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Qadim watched her go, and made no protest. He sensed that she needed some time to be alone with her thoughts. Indeed, he thought he could use some time himself.
He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, bathed in the flickering light from the fire in the hearth. It had not been so very long for him — his last liaison had been a few months ago, over the summer — and yet it seemed to him in that moment that he’d been waiting years, or decades…or centuries…for a woman who could satisfy him the way being with Madison had.
Perhaps it was merely that she was a mortal, and not djinn. In appearanc
