“Was the climate so different where you came from?” she asked as she carefully dunked a wonton into a dish of sweet and sour sauce.
“I don’t know that you could really call it a ‘climate,’” Idris told her. “Where we lived…it was not like this world. In fact, we called it the ‘otherworld,’ for it was so very different from the place we had been promised.”
“That was where you had to go after you couldn’t live here anymore?”
He nodded.
Her delicate brows drew together, and her expression was thoughtful as she ate the wonton she’d just dipped in its sauce. “What did you djinn do to get banished from here in the first place?”
Good question, and one that his people had been wrestling with for millennia. Because they had been disobedient was the most facile answer. God had given His favor to
