Turning back to Jax, I lift his chin, and his weary eyes look at me. “You need to just hold on. I’m going to get you out of here!”
Samara laughs behind me. “How do you plan to do that?”
“Clearly you wanted me for a reason, so here I am.”
“Here you are, and I didn’t have to do anything. Well, not much.” She shrugs apathetically.
“Jax. Are you ok?” His eyes meet mine and he gives me a slow wink.
“He’s fine. For now.”
“What do you want with me? You’ve been searching for me, so here I am.”
She walks over, and I freeze as her hand runs through my hair. Jax jerks the chains behind me as soon as she touches me. “Feisty. Save your energy, werewolf. You’ll need it.”
Eager to put space between us, I jerk my hair out of her fingers and take a step back, bumping into Jax. “Don’t touch me.”
She smacks her lips like she’s tasted something atrocious and flicks her fingers in the air. “Nasty.” She walks back to the table that is standing in the middle of the floor. “You know. I expected more. The fae I killed-” she laughs, “Silly me. I can’t kill. One of the few rules I can’t break. Anyway, when those true fae were killed so many years ago, it was a little disappointing. Not because they died, obviously, but because they didn’t fight back. So good. At least that’s what they wanted everyone to think. They were ruthless, vindictive creatures who pretended to be light fae, but deep down, they were darker than the darkest.”
“Do you want to explain why?”
“Explain? Explain? No, child. I don’t need toexplainanything to you. You are a nothing. A nobody. You may be a true fae, but you are nothing like them. You are weak. At least they had power, even though they never used it. You’re just pathetic!”
Rage envelopes me and before I know what’s happening, a light ball is firing out of my hands at her.
She easily deflects it then looks at me wide eyed. “Stupid fae.” She fires back a flame, and it hits me square in the chest, sending me sliding backwards on my ass.
Jax growls from the side of the room.
I look at my chest and see the redness fading quickly.
“Neat trick,” she laughs. “Vampire blood won’t be able to save you.”
“You can’t kill, remember that pesky rule,” I say, standing back up. My shirt is completely ruined, with a large hole in the center and tattered edges flapping around.
“It’s not that I can’t kill you. I can. Just as a penalty, I get sucked back into my bound object until someone finds it and wishes me out. Why do you think I have my friend here?”
“So, you plan on killing me?”
“Yes. I’ve rid the world of your kind once already and I will keep doing it over and over again until you all get the point. Seems poetic, doesn’t it? You all kept banishing the Djinn away.”
“Banish, not kill. There’s a difference.”
She bats her hand in the air, then holds it up.
Jax lashes out, using what little energy he has to fight against the chains.
“Seems like you upset him.” Her words drip with apathy.
“Wait!” I’m losing control of this situation, if I ever had it to begin with. “What if I can offer you something? A wish that gets you what you want and you don’t get banished?”
“Why would you do such a stupid thing?” She scoffs.
“Because it would mean that you have to let Jax go and give back the powers you have tricked people out of.”
“No!” Jax cries out.
I don’t bother looking at him because it would only break my heart. He’s done battle countless number of times and risked his life for others. It’s time someone does that for him. For them.
