The threat hung on the air, and Bariq suddenly looked a little pale beneath his tan. Idris could only hope the other djinn might have learned something from the mistakes he had made…but somehow, he doubted it. A long lifetime did not necessarily guarantee the gift of self-awareness.
For now, though, he cared little about the other djinn or his costly errors. He could only look at Amber, who’d taken a hesitant step toward him, then another, her lovely face a study in dawning joy.
“Come, my love,” he said. “Let us go.”
Was this real? She didn’t know if what was happening was real, but she hoped it might be. Idris held her as the villa in Costa Rica disappeared, only to be replaced by the even more opulent surroundings of the Huntington mansion.
This time, though, he did not let go of her
