Chapter Sixteen
“So,” Zahrias said, a frown pulling at his brows, “this is the cause of all our troubles.”
We stood in the conference room he seemed to be using as his audience chamber. A fire crackled in the hearth, and Lauren had brought us all mulled wine, even though it was only late morning and not really an hour I would have considered appropriate for wine-drinking. Not that I minded; after that escape from Los Alamos, I definitely needed a drink. It just amused me slightly that the djinn didn’t seem to pay much attention to human notions of time and the customs associated with them.
On the surface, our setting appeared warm and inviting enough, and definitely a welcome relief after the chilly drive we’d just endured, with the frigid air blowing in through the Suburban’s shot-up w
