Months ago he’d faced this Ghulah and almost watched her suffocate the life out of Ari. That wouldn’t happen again. Most of the time, hand-to-hand combat wasn’t long and drawn out, as portrayed in movies. The shorter a fight, the fiercer and deadlier the attack, the better the chance of survival. Opponents well matched could dance around each other for a while, but when one uses talismans to illegally juice up their power, it means causing deadly damage as quickly as possible.

Last time Jai had danced with this bitch. He’d given her an in. By the glitter of excitement in her eyes, she was expecting the same.

Ari cried out at something, but Jai couldn’t be distracted. This had to end; otherwise, the Ghulah would just keep coming for her. Hand behind his back, Jai conjured the Kilij sword he’d admired in Michael’s weapon cabinet. With a war cry, Jai swung it out from behind him, the curved blade slicing through the Ghulah’s neck.

With a bitter cold triumph, Jai watched her head topple to the muddied ground and roll toward a tree. Her body swayed and then dropped with a thump.

“Jai!”

He jerked his head around to Ari’s distressed cry and saw her pointing behind him. Blood rushing in his ears, Jai turned to find Trey on the ground, Pazuzu straddling him, his long, gnarled fingernail scoring deep across Trey’s throat.

“NO!” Jai roared and lunged toward them, only to be thrown back by an explosion of flames. The Glass King stepped out of the Peripatos seconds before Red did, his furious blue gaze transfixed on the fatally wounded Trey. Pazuzu looked up at Glass and whatever he saw in the king’s gaze, it wiped the smug victory from his expression.

Glass’s bellow of outrage ripped through the trees causing them all to flinch, and he sent a discharge of explosive magic toward the wind demon.

But Pazuzu was too quick and he disintegrated into a funnel of sand that disappeared into the sky. The tree behind Pazuzu took the impact of Glass’s attack and cracked around the base. As it began its descent, Glass sped in a blur of color toward Trey, picked him up, and disappeared into the Peripatos.

The air thickened as Red lifted his hands toward the falling tree as if in surrender. Giving into his supplicating magic, the tree seemed to decide against flattening them and eerily creaked its way back into place upon its roots, the bark around its base magically healing until it stood strong as ever.

Dogs barking and the sounds of voices drew their gazes north.

“Park patrol,” Red swore and turned to Jai and Ari. “Ari, get Charlie back home. Jai, follow. I’ll clean up …” He waved a hand at the Ghulah.

Crushing grief clogged Jai’s throat as he dropped the Kilij from his shaking hand. “Trey,” he whispered, feeling his eyes tear up. “What—”

“Glass won’t let him die,” Red

assured him hurriedly. “Now go.”

8

Destiny: the Result of Choices

“Charlie, talk to me,” Ari whispered.

He gazed back at her with fire in his eyes. “Fuck you.”

Ari flinched and sighed.

She guessed this was a waiting game.

“Charlie, you need to eat something, drink something …” Ari held the cup to his mouth but he wouldn’t budge. “Charlie, don’t be stupid.”

Their eyes met and the ice in his expression froze her blood.

“This isn’t working,” Jai informed her in a hushed voice.

Ari shook her head. “It’s only been four days. Give him time.”

“We don’t have a lot of time left.

Michael is worried about you. He’s starting to ask questions about your whereabouts.”

“Keep stalling him.”

“Talk to me, please.” Ari sat on the floor in front of her friend, gazing up at him imploringly. The anger had melted from his features now, but no other emotion had replaced it. “Say anything …”

“…Charlie. Charlie? Say anything.”

“I’m trying to help. Don’t you get that?” Ari bit back tears and let her head fall against her chair. She was exhausted. So weary. “Charlie, come back. Please. I’m so tired. Aren’t you tired?”

Ari brushed Charlie’s growing hair away from his face as she held the water to his lips. When he was done, she fed him pieces of a sandwich, relief and hope building in her as he took the bites carefully so he didn’t nip her. Heavy, dark circles had grown under his eyes, and he was paler than usual. Ari didn’t want to think they were doing him more damage than good.

It had been fourteen days and he still hadn’t said anything, despite the fact that he’d started eating and drinking four days in.

When he stopped eating, Ari stepped back. “You done?” She placed the plate nearby and faced him again. “Will you talk to me? Please.”

Instead he closed his eyes.

“I love you, Charlie. You’re my best friend.”

Nothing.

“Please. If you don’t start talking, Nice Ari is going to take a hike and Pissed-Off Ari is going to start kicking some ass.”

Nada.

“I know you’re in there …”

Three weeks had passed since the fight in Rancocas State Park, and the situation with Charlie was moving at a snail’s pace.

Fighting Charlie had been easier than Ari had anticipated. When it came down to it, he was as new as she was at using Jinn magic, except he wasn’t a natural. It wasn’t in his blood. He wasn’t the child of a Jinn king. Her enchantment broke through his easily enough and she’d incapacitated him long enough to steal the emerald from him. The hard part had come afterwards. She’d struggled to keep him bound to her. She was supposed to take him back through the Peripatos and keep him safe and hidden in the basement of their house. But seeing Jai and Trey fight for their lives with the Ghulah and Pazuzu … Ari had been frozen in place, unable to leave until she knew they were safe. Unfortunately, binding Charlie meant she couldn’t fight.

Ari would never forget the feeling of utter helplessness when she saw Pazuzu take Trey down. She had been about to break her binding with Charlie to save Trey but she was too late. She’d hesitated against losing Charlie and instead she’d almost lost Trey.

Part of her truly resented Charlie for that. She resented the loyalty she felt to him. At this point, didn’t Trey deserve her loyalty more?

Stop it, she chastised herself. She couldn’t think like that. She was breaking Guild Law to save Charlie from himself. They hadn’t gone through all this for her to give up on him now.

As for Trey, he was fine. Well, not fine. He almost died. However, Glass saved him. Neither Glass nor Trey would go into the details but Ari and Jai assumed Glass had taken Trey to Red’s healer, Kit. Kit had saved Ari multiple times and Jai once. The Jinn was truly a miracle worker.

In the end, the real miracle was Glass’s feelings for Trey. He’d never intended to let them face Pazuzu without backup. He’d waited in the wings in case Trey needed his help.

Ari was astonished to realize that the Glass King actually loved Trey. The event solidified and intensified whatever they had together. They were so close, Ari could actually sense Glass in Trey’s aura, even when Glass wasn’t with him.

Ari would be forever grateful to Glass and Red for once again coming to their aid.

She winced, remembering the blood spilling from Trey’s throat and the tears in Jai’s eyes when they returned back to the house with Charlie in tow. “What if I lose him?” Jai whispered as they tied Charlie in the basement. “He’s my brother. I can’t lose him.”

“Maybe you’ll finally understand how I feel,” Charlie had replied dully from his position on the chair, enchanted ropes wrapped around his legs and torso.

Jai had winced and stumbled away.

Ari had knelt until her face was in Charlie’s, resentment toward him pushing to the fore. She told him quietly, “It does not excuse what you’ve done.”

“Then why are you trying to save me? That’s what this is, right? You think you can, what … dry me out?”

She’d shaken her head at him. “What you’ve done since Mikey’s death is your fault. You made a choice.” Tears brimmed in her eyes, exhaustion, guilt, and worry for Trey eating at her. “But what happened to Mikey was my fault. So I’m going to try one last time to save my friend.”

Voices in the kitchen brought Ari back to the present. She’d been trying unsuccessfully for three weeks to get Charlie to speak. The magic was waning from his system now and he had grown weaker, subdued. Today was the first time she saw a spark of the old Charlie in his eyes.

Was the plan actually working?

Jai had attempted to get her to leave for more than a few hours, anxious about her and concerned that Michael was asking too many questions about her absence. If Michael grew suspicious, he might find out about Charlie. If that happened, Charlie was dead.

“Do you remember when we were nine and we buried a time capsule in Vicker’s Woods?” Charlie suddenly asked, his voice rough from lack of sleep.

Ari sat up, her pulse throbbing in her throat. He sounded like Charlie again. “Yes.” She smiled softly. “You kissed me. Just a peck on the lips but it was my first kiss.”

Charlie’s mouth twitched. “You tasted like strawberries. I bought you some cheap strawberry lip balm for your birthday that year and you wore it every day until the tin ran out.”

Tears pricked Ari’s eyes and she nodded, hope filling her chest. “I remember.”

“I remember everything.” He hung his head, his chest heaving with emotion. “Ari, I don’t know how to go back. I don’t know how to be okay anymore. The things I’ve said, and done.” When he looked up, the tears spilled down his cheeks. “The emerald … it changed me, it did. But before that, I couldn’t see past anything but myself and my own pain …and it killed her.” He cried harder. “It killed Fallon.”

Ari tried to stem her own tears but no matter what Charlie had done, she still felt his pain. She crossed the room to him and as she wrapped her arms around him, she cut through the enchantment holding him in place. The ropes fell and Charlie gripped her tight, sobbing into her shoulder as he clutched onto her.

She was so lost in him, so deafened by the rushing waves of blood in her ears from her escalating heartbeat, Ari did not hear the footsteps pounding down the basement stairs.

She didn’t hear a thing until …

“Ari, step away from him.”

Charlie pulled slowly back from her, wiping his cheeks. Ari turned her blurry vision to the intruder. Fear immediately sank into her stomach and she shook her head, putting herself in front of Charlie.

“No,” she felt her magic tingle in her fingers. “Michael, please, no.”

Standing before her was Michael Roe, his brother Gerard, and one of their older and powerful Guild members, Jacob Ballendine. Jai and Trey stared at Charlie in astonishment, and Ari watched their expressions grow pained as they realized they’d walked in on something important.

“Ari, don’t do anything stupid,” Michael warned her calmly. “Just step away from Mr. Creagh.”

She shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “Michael, I can’t. He’s himself again. I can’t let you take him to die.”

“Ari,” Michael’s eyes held stoic sympathy but his tone was implacable. “He broke the law. I am bound to honor my position in this Guild and I have to turn him over to the Law Makers.”

“They’ll kill him,” she choked out.

“You can’t let them.”

“Ari.” Cold fingers caught hers. Charlie gazed up at her pleadingly. “Don’t. Let them. It’s too late. Don’t let anyone else get hurt because of me. She wouldn’t want that.”