“Well, yes.” This was the first hint I’d gotten that the selection of a djinn’s Chosen wasn’t a pure soul-to-soul connection. True, Aldair hadn’t looked all that broken up about losing the woman he’d picked. Was that because she’d been his second choice?
“It has happened once or twice.” With a shrug, Jasreel reached for his glass of wine and drank a large swallow.
“So…how did you solve the problem?” Although I was discomfited by the realization that I could have been with Aldair all this time, rather than Jasreel, I couldn’t help quipping, “What, did you two fight a duel over me or something?”
But Jace’s smile abruptly disappeared. “Not exactly. However, we did have to engage in a…contest of wills, for lack of a better term. If two djinn need to seek a resolution on something like this,
