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A djinn. A goddamn djinn.
Deirdre’s hands shook as she leaned the shotgun up against the wall in the lab. They didn’t stop shaking even once she no longer held the weapon.
She had to be going crazy. Otherwise, she would never have attempted anything so nuts. And yet, when she’d come across Amaal, had realized the power she had over him, thanks to Miles Odekirk’s crazy little black box, a strange fury had possessed her. She wanted this djinn to pay. For one terrible second, she’d almost lost control, had almost blown him away then and there.
What had stopped her? She really didn’t know. But as she’d stared down at him, she realized she wanted something more than revenge. She wanted to know why.
Whether he’d actually tell her anything of what she wanted to know, she wasn’t sure. H
