Chapter Twenty
Hasan had been expecting this, and yet he still couldn’t prevent a quiver of unease in his gut as he sat next to Jordan, facing Zahrias al-Harith, leader of the Santa Fe djinn, and his Chosen across a polished wood table at what had once been the La Fonda Hotel. Julia Innes’ expression was far more welcoming — she was a strikingly beautiful woman — but even her smile couldn’t soften the frown that Zahrias wore.
The main reason for that frown was probably the person Hasan had very much hoped to avoid — Qadim al-Syan, his erstwhile friend. Sitting next to Qadim was Madison, his Chosen. She appeared more intrigued by this turn of events than anything else, but if looks could be daggers, Hasan knew he would have been pierced multiple times by the knives Qadim was throwing at h
