Some work for her, doing her bidding and recruiting others so she can grant their wishes. We’ve tried to do research on Djinn to figure out what she gets from granting wishes, but there isn’t a lot of literature on it.
It's rumored that Djinn were the first species created after the true fae began to evolve and they would use their magic to grant wishes for the mundanes, sometimes hurting them or others. The true fae told them to stop and not interfere with the humans, but the Djinn didn’t listen, so they were banished. The Djinn would return and again, would cast their spells, taking money from the humans. This happened repeatedly until the true fae bound them to items around their house- lamps, bracelets, hairpins. For good measure, they buried the items in caves or at the bottom of the sea.
While hunters were responsible for the Great Fall, the rumor is the Djinn, who’d been found and released from their confinements, sought revenge on the true fae and granted wishes to those hunters. Mundanes would’ve never been able to defeat the true fae otherwise.
No, it was methodical attacks.
Which is why we need to be careful with Everlee.
If she is a true fae, which I’m still not convinced she is, then Samara will stop at nothing to find her.
BHRING BHRING!
“Someone’s at the door!” Knox exclaims, running down the stairs.
He’s been with Everlee since she left Emmett’s room last night. He looks all happy and bouncy, which is irritating as fuck.
“No shit!”
“Jax,” Callum drones, setting his coffee cup down. Emmett uncrosses his legs at the stove and just watches Knox fly by.
He bounces past me and down the hall towards the front door, just as Everlee is walking down the stairs in only a shirt. I immediately hold my hand up to stop her, in case Samara decided to pay us another visit. She stops immediately, tensing, and the shirt floats back and forth, causing the hem which is sitting high on her thigh to expose a hint of her panties. Immediately, I want to slam my fist through something. I hoped fucking Emmett last night would have worked whatever feelings I have about her out, but it didn’t. It only made it worse.
I heard her walking down the hall last night before she got to Emmett’s room and I hoped when she walked in on us, she’d be hurt or angry. But no. No. She was fucking turned on. It didn’t seem to bother her that I stood by the door and watched her be fucked, then fuck her. Had Knox not dragged her away, I’m fairly certain she would have stayed and probably fucking masturbated to us, even though she just got her world rocked. She is the daughter of a succubus, so she will have a heightened sexual appetite, but damn.And the daughter of an alpha wolf, so she will have fight in her as well,my subconscious reminds.
The night before we found her, I did a background check on her to see who we were dealing with. Firstborn of an interspecies couple, she had all the makings to be something great, but when she didn’t ascend the fae ranks on her birthday, or several years after, she became little more than a mundane. The only thing she had going for her was her brother was a rare phoenix, and her dad was an alpha wolf. She didn’t have many friends, and those she had, she pushed away. Except for one. A wild child witch named Lizzy-
“Wow!” Knox exclaims from down the hall, completely enraptured by whatever he’s hearing.
Who the fuck is at the door? I grumble to myself.
Walking through the hallway, I stop behind Knox and who other than the wild child witch, although she seems to be selling something. She’s tall. Taller than I would have expected, wearing a dark green dress with a brown plaid cap sitting on the side of her head.
“Oh, hi there!” She waves, moving her entire body like a super spunky chipmunk. “I’m Gisebelle Givens. You can call me Gizz.”
“Jizz?” I already knew her name wasn’t Gisebelle, and admittedly my inappropriate joke was a little immature, but seeing Everlee pop down the stairs this morning without a care in the world irked me.
“Gizz. Or Gisebelle, if it’s too hard. I’m going around selling-”
“No thanks. Not interested.”
“You don’t even know what I’m selling,” she huffs.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not interested.”
“Jax,” Knox pouts. “Listen to her!” His eyes are bright like a child who’s just been told they can buy whatever they want in the candy store.
His love and fascination with the humans or land dwellers is… irritating. It makes him more gullible, and it’s what got him in trouble with Samara. He lived in the ocean and would watch the people on land and envied their lifestyle, their relationships, the access to both land and sea they had. It was something he longed for, which is what sent him to search out Samara.
When he wished for a life like the mundanes on land, she took his selkie skin, forcing him to stay on land. Without it, he can’t shift. Sometimes he disappears for several days at a time and when he comes home, I smell the ocean breeze on him, the salt in his hair.
He hasn’t said that he misses the ocean, or his family there, but I know he does. He’s hurting even though he won’t share it with others, so now I find myself protecting him even when I don’t want to.
Which also irks me.
“Fine, I will listen, but I’m still not interested.”
Lizzy’s face brightens as she inhales a deep breath to walk me through her entire spiel that she just laid out on Knox. “So, before I start again, is there anyone else in the house?” She looks over my shoulder.
