Thefadinglightfilteringin through the library window matches my attention span for these books.
Fading.
“Where’s Jax? He’s been gone all day?”
Callum, Everlee, Emmett, and I have been reading and researching all day, learning as much as we can about true fae, Djinn, Mist of Morreux, and anything else we think could be of use.
Callum told us of a time he saw a fae remove a sickness from a town's person. He said that the fae, with its light, somehow extracted the sickness out. But apparently not all fae can do that, and many that tried, killed the humans. The humans were on death's bed, so it was a long shot if it would work, so they were ok with the risks and it allowed the fae to practice. But there was nothing in the books about that and Everlee would likely kill Brady, so she refused to even try.
Emmett had the idea of trying to extract juice out of an orange, but she just kept exploding the oranges. After twenty-three attempts and a room filled with orange pulp, she gave up and went back to reading. She’s been reading one book about Djinn for several hours, but won’t say what’s so interesting. She just says it’s about their history, so she’s just learning everything she can.
My stomach rumbles for the hundredth time. A gentle reminder of how hungry I am.
Emmett went downstairs about an hour ago to prepare dinner, and I’ve called Jax five times now and he hasn’t picked up. Something feels off, and I think the others are feeling it too.
“I’m going to go downstairs and check on dinner and Jax.”
“He’ll be home soon. He’s the one who suggested the meal tonight to Emmett before he left. It’s his favorite meal, so he won’t miss it.”
“Unless something is wrong with him.”
“Samara can’t kill him. Djinn can’t do that. One of their rules,” Everlee calls from across the room before she puts her head back into her book.
“There’s a lot worse things to do to a man than kill him,” I mumble as I walk out of the room.
When I get to the kitchen, Emmett is preparing the roast beef, slicing it into strips and placing it in a dish.
“Have you heard from Jax?”
“Yea. He just called. Said he will be here in a minute.”
“Asshole. He can’t answer my calls, but he can call you?” I walk out of the backdoor to meet him and give him shit when he gets here.
Ten minutes later, I hear the roar of his car pulling into the driveway.
He steps out and looks at me, smiling.
What the fuck? Jax never smiles at me. What did Samara do to him?
“Knox. Missed me that much?” He asks, shutting the door.
“Where have you been?”
“Where do you think I’ve been?”
“With Samara. Well, that’s what you said this morning.”
He looks at me but doesn’t speak.
“You didn’t go see Brady, did you?”
“Brady?” His voice drops and his brow furrows in confusion.
“I know you can’t really seehimanymore, but… maybe talking to him would help.”
Jax says nothing, but only shrugs.
“Are you feeling ok? Samara didn’t do anything to you did she?”
