Tony nods.
We climb out of the car and stand at the front doors.
“Let’s go fuck some shit up!” A voice calls from behind us. Standing there is an older woman with pink spiky hair wearing an ACDC shirt with holes in it.
“Who are you?”
“Betty.”
“She’s a friend,” Lizzy chimes. “And a powerful witch.”
“Fuck it! Let’s go!” Knox chants, pushing the large oak doors open.
EVERLEE - THE DJINNS WISH
Nervescoillikeaknot inside of my stomach with each step we take further into Allure.
The large oak doors shut behind us, and seconds later, I hear the gentle rumble of a motorcycle. They probably aren’t paying attention because they aren’t expecting a motorcycle to drive itself away. I’m torn with how I feel. Irritated because she’s going to tell Lizzy, who is no doubt going to get the guys, which is what I was trying to avoid, or happy for the same reasons, because part of me- ok, a big part of me- is scared shitless.
We talked through the plan last night and I felt good about it until I thought the whole thing through. They’re going to have to let Brady die for a shot the mist will go into Samara and not strengthen her, but make her weaker. But even if it does, she gets weaker and Morreux gets stronger. If she dies, his mist is unleashed into the air again and will infect one of us. It will be never ending because the ring box they have will no longer fit the mist after Samara, and chances are not even after Brady. Sure, we can wrap Samara in iron to buy us time, but she’s a powerful Djinn. She and Morreux will fight against being bound by iron.
No, the only solution is to avoid all of that and make a deal with the Djinn. Jax in place of me. Brady lives a little longer, and the guys have more time to find a solution for the Urgsam wood.
Tugging my shirt down and straightening my back, I walk behind Samara. Only the Dullahan follows behind us, since the vampires seem to hang by the front door.
“Where is Jax?”
“All in due time, child.”
We walk down the corridor that I vaguely remember running down after the Shibari demo. It’s silly to think how much has changed in such a short period of time.
A few minutes later, we take an elevator down to a place called Infernus. The colors are red and black and the heat on the floor feels significantly hotter than the main floor. If this is supposed to simulate hell, then she’s doing a great job.
My heart thumps faster and faster with every step we take, and a thin layer of sweat covers my body.
“Everlee?”
Jax. His voice sounds weak.
“Jax? Jax! I’m coming! I’m getting you out.”
“Why did you… come, little fae? You should… have stayed away.”
“Are you ok?”
“Great.”
Before I can reply, we’re walking into a large white room and Jax is chained to a large wheel hanging on the wall, with his head hung to the side and blood dripping down his naked body.
“What have you done to him?” I ask, running over. My hands fly over his body, checking all the cuts. “Get these chains off him! He can’t heal!”
“Oh. Can’t he?”
“You have me! Let him go.”
“Is that your wish?” she asks, all too eagerly.
I stare at her without speaking. Fuck! I spent most of last night lying in bed coming up with the exact phrasing I was going to use for my wish. This was not it!
