“I'm sorry,” I said, forming the words more easily now. “I did not mean to hurt her.”
“Well, that makes it all better,” Joanne said, and groaned. “And also, by the way,
ow.
Crap, that hurt.” Her blue eyes were bloodshot and vague, as if she'd taken a blow to the head. “Right. Maybe I'm not cut out for being Florence Nightingale to the Djinn.”
I felt better. Steadier, if nowhere near normal. At least my human form seemed to be working properlyâthat was a start. I pushed the covers back and swung my legs off the bed, but it took a long, agonizing moment before I could drag myself upright and find my balance.
David didn't help me. In fact, both he and Joanne kept a wary, watchful distance.
“She's stuck in that form?” Joanne said.
“As far as I can tell.” He was looking at me with a kind of clinical interest, and I put one foot carefully in front of the other, taking my first trembling steps as a human, until I arrived at the mirror on the closet door.
Tall, this body. Thin. For a female form, it was narrow, barely rounded at the breast and hip. Long arms and legs, all of my skin very pale. My hair was a white puffball around my head, frail and ethereal, and my eyes . . . . . . My eyes were the cool green of arctic ice. No shine of Djinn to them, despite the color. I had no power to spare for that sort of display.
“Too bad, really,” Joanne said as she levered herself back to her feet, staggering only a little. “Because I'm pretty sure the albino look will limit your fashion choices. And it does make you stand out. Then again, there's always spray tanning.”
This was the form I'd chosen, out of instinct. It must have had some truth to it. I shrugged, watching the play of muscles beneath the flawless white skin.
David cocked his head, watching me as I inspected my new body.
Joanne noticed. “Uh, honey? Unless you're planning to start stuffing dollars in her nonexistent G-string, a robe might be nice.”
He smiled, and retrieved a garment from the back of her closet door. It was a long, pale pink fall of silken cloth, and it settled cold against my skin but began to warm almost immediately. My first clothing. The color reminded me of disjointed things: primroses in the spring, cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind, sunrise. And it reminded me most strongly of the shifting, ethereal colors of a Djinn's aura on the aetheric, so pale as to be transparent.
I smoothed the fabric, belted it, and looked up at the two of them. David had moved to Joanne's side, both of them staring at me with identical expressions that were not quite welcoming, not quite mistrustful. Cautious. “Thank you,” I said. “I am better now.”
I had not, in a thousand years, said a word of gratitude to a New Djinn, let alone to a human. Humans were lesser beings, and I felt nothing for them but contempt, when I bothered to feel anything for them at all.
So it cost me to speak the words, and I still felt a core of anger that I had been brought so low. I knew she heard the resonance of it. The arrogance. But is it arrogance if one is truly superior?
“Don't thank me yet. You're feeling better, but that's not going to last,” Joanne said. “The power you pulled from me is going to dry up on you, and it'll go faster the more you try to use your powers. Best I can tell, you can't access the aetheric at all yourself; you can only do it when touching a human. A Warden.” Her eyes grew narrow and very dark. “Which makes you a kind of Ifrit. One who preys on humans instead of other Djinn. I can't even tell you how much that doesn't make me happy.”
Ifrit.
It was the dark dream of all Djinn, that existenceâtoo damaged to be healed, yet existing nevertheless. Endlessly consuming the power and vital essences of other Djinn to survive. I wasn't an Ifrit, not quite, but she was right. . . . It was a close thing. And Wardens were vulnerable to me.
Wardens, I realized with a startled flash, were
food.
It required some kind of statement. Some promise. “I will not prey on you,” I said, and somehow it sounded, to my ears, as if I found the whole concept distasteful. “You need not fear me.”
“Oh, I don't,” Joanne said, and crossed her arms. “If I feared you, believe me, this would be a very different conversation. But I'm not letting you wander off to grab a snack off any Warden who crosses your path, either. What you did to me would have killed most of them.”
I felt my whole body stiffen, and power tingled in my fingertips. I wondered if my eyes had taken on that metallic shine, like David's. “How will you stop me?” I asked, very softly. “I will not be caged. Nor bottled,
Warden.
My kind has seen quite enough of that.”
I had never in my life been a slave to the humans. Unlike many of my fellows, who had been tricked or suborned into service by the Wardens over many thousands of years, I had never been captured, never made their property. I had no love of mortals, and no fear of them, either. And I would not
ever
be owned.
We stood there, the three of us, in a peculiar triangle, in such a human-seeming, normal home. David, fierce and powerful, but with little hold over me because I was a different kind of Djinn altogether. Joanne, just as fierce, but fragile and mortal, therefore of no more consequence to me than any of her kind.
But . . . what was I?
I didn't know. I was neither human, nor was I Djinn, and it terrified me. I said, very quietly, “Where can I go? If not here, where?”
Even to my ears, it sounded strangely empty and weak. Joanne exchanged a long look with David, some silent communication in their own language I couldn't share.
“She's got a point,” he said.
Joanne sighed. “You can stay,” she said. “For a couple of days, no more. But one wrong move, Cassiel, and you're going to wish we'd let you dry up and fade away.”
Chapter 2
THE REST OF
the day passed. I learned more of my human body, and the more I learned, the less I liked. Its machinery was too fragile and required too much maintenance. Food. Breathing. Finally, sleeping. The humiliating process of waste elimination was enough to make me wish fondly for oblivion.
Joanne, distantly compassionate through this, assured me that I would soon adjust. And I did, out of necessity. By the next day, I even began to enjoy some of the tastes of the food and drink she offered me, and learn which were better avoided.
Coffee
was strongly flavored and good.
Garlic
was not, until she showed me that it was best used to season other things and not eaten in large pieces. (I tried seasoning my food with coffee, but the results were disappointing.)
Ice cream
was a revelation. For the first time in human form, I experienced a warm rush of something that I identified as real pleasure. It must have shown plainly in my expression, because Joanne, seated across from me at the kitchen table, smiled and pointed a spoon at the round container, still frosted and smoking lightly in the warmth of the room.
“Ben and Jerry's,” she said. “I figured if anything could teach you to smile, it'd be New York Super Fudge Chunk.”
Had I smiled? Surely not. I gazed at her, feeling my brows pull together in what I'd learned was a forbidding expression, and took another spoonful of the frozen chocolate dessert.
“It's not bad,” I said, trying my best to sound indifferent. I spoiled it by closing my eyes to savor the creamy goodness as the ice cream melted in my mouth.
“This is a good sign,” Joanne said. “If you didn't like chocolate, I might have to write you off as a lost cause.”
I opened my eyes to gaze at her. “Would you?”
She licked the spoon. “For real?”
“Would you consider me a lost cause? Do you?” It was an important question, and I felt I deserved the answer.
Joanne's clear blue eyes studied me unblinkingly as she cleaned the spoon. “Yeah,” she said. “Sorry, but I do. If you hang on to being a Djinn, you're never going to make it as a human. I've been there. I know what it feels like, being so close to God and then ending up back here. At least I wasn't born to it, though. You were. So you'd better make your peace and move on, or sooner or later, it'll kill you.”
“Or you will,” I said.
She tilted her head slightly to the side. It might have been an acknowledgment. It might have simply been an attempt to get to the last bit of chocolate on the spoon.
“We need to get you out of here,” she said finally, and I sensed the subject was closed. “There are things going on here in the mortal world. David and me, we'reâ” She looked for a moment completely blank. “Okay, I have no idea how to explain to you what's going on around here, except that people are out to get us.”
I took a spoonful of ice cream. “Is that not usual?” I had heard it from Ashan many times.
“Well, yeah, kinda. But this timeâ” She shook her head, eyes gone distant and a little dark. “This time David's in real danger. Tell me, do you know anything about antimatter?”
I didn't know the word. I frowned at her. “The anti of matter? Is that notânothing?”
“You'd think,” she said. “But no. It's the opposite of matter. It destroys it.”
“Such a thing cannot exist here.” Not in any level of the aetheric that I knew.
“Well, it
can
, so long as it's contained in something else. But yeah, I get your point.” Joanne waved that away with her spoon. “The thing is, we're in the middle of something, and it's very big. The Djinnâthey're not being a lot of help. Not even David's folks. I was hoping you could tell me something.”
“I know nothing,” I said. That was all too true. “You think this antimatter could harm
David
?” Such a thing seemed impossible. It took another Djinn, or something equivalent in power, to inflict pain on him.
“I think it could destroy him,” Joanne said soberly. “And I don't know how to stop it. Yet.”
I felt a surge of energy like a close strike of lightning, and came instantly to my feet, spinning to face the doorway. Joanne didn't. She continued to sit, calmly digging her spoon into the ice cream and taking another bite.
But I sensed that under the calm, she was tense and watchful.
“Visitors usually knock,” she said. “Cassiel? This a friend of yours? Because if he is, we're really going to have to talk about boundaries.”
The Djinn who stood in the doorway was, in fact, familiar to me, although I wasn't sure that the human terms of
friend
and
foe
really applied. Bordan was . . . less well-disposed to me than many. He'd taken on human form, that of a young man with jet-black hair and eyes as dark as oil, but with a blue sheen that gave him an eerie, unsettling stare. He'd chosen skin of a rich, satin gold, and clothed himself in black. So very different from the Djinn I knew, and yet . . . the same. A physical manifestation of all that he was. I could not possibly have mistaken him.
Even though we had rarely been allied, seeing the cold contempt in his human-form eyes was a shock.
He gave me only that single, searing glance, and then he angled toward Joanne, pointedly excluding me.
“Where is David?” Bordan asked. It was clear he wanted nothing to do with Joanne, eitherâbut she was preferable to dealing with me.
I could tell from her smile she read the subtext just as well. “He's out,” she said. “Want a cup of coffee while you wait? Some ice cream? Mmmm, Ben and Jerry's? C'mon. Even Djinn have to love a little frozen dessert now and then.”
He didn't dignify that with an answer. He simply stood, silent and motionless, staring at her. No human could outstare a Djinn, but Joanne tried. It was an impressive effort. I supposed the fact that she'd actually been one, at least for a short period, had given her a certain immunity.
“Right,” she finally said. “So, you're here to take your little lost sheep back where she belongs?”
He looked revolted. “Cassiel? We do not want her back. Do as you wish with her.”
I had never been an enemy of Bordan, but at that moment, I felt rage slowly building. “I will not be
given
,” I said. “I am not
property.
”
Bordan didn't even accord me the respect of having heard my words. “She is no longer one of us. No longer Djinn.”
“She's dying,” Joanne said. “Did you know that?”
“It's her choice.” Bordan's eyes flickered for a moment into the blue of a gas flame. “She knows how to gain Ashan's favor. If she does the thing he asks of her, she will be welcome among us again.”
“Oh yeah?” Joanne licked her spoon contemplatively. “What thing would that be?”
Bordan only smiled.
Joanne must have read my expression quite well enough to see my desperate need to avoid this subject. “Cassiel? I'm not going to ask what it is. Just if you want to do it.”
“No,” I said. My throat felt tight and dry. “No, I do not want to do it.”
“Settles that.” She turned her attention back to the other Djinn. “So I guess our message to Ashan would be to kiss our pretty human asses, the end. See yourself out, then, unless you change your mind about the ice cream.”
Bordan looked as if he didn't know whether to laugh or kill her. “You don't understand,” he said. “You don't know Cassiel at all. She is not some stray cat that will befriend you if you feed her.”
“Well, true, she's more like a tiger. But I already trust her one hell of a lot more than I ever will Ashan. Because I
do
know him, bucko.”
“This is a senseless waste of time,” Bordan said. The fire had faded out of his eyes, and he looked a little taken aback. Clearly, he hadn't been among humans much, eitherâor if he had, he hadn't been prepared for the experience of Joanne Baldwin. I confess, neither was I. “She will die if she doesn't agree to his wishes. She has no choice.”