“Thank God,” he murmured into her hair.
She hugged him back, smiling softly, and feeling very loved. When they stepped back, he nodded at Glass politely in front of the others, but his eyes shone with gratitude and tenderness that Glass surprisingly, openly, returned. “You brought her back in one piece. Thank you.”
Glass smirked at him. “Of course.
Was there ever any doubt?”
Trey’s lips twitched. “Well … yeah.
Dude, you took her to Azazil’s palace.”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“You tell me to do a lot of things.
It’s hard to keep track.”
Shaking his head and clearly trying not to encourage the young Ginnaye by laughing, Glass waved at the people behind Trey. “I think Ari may have some things to discuss …”
“Right.” Trey stepped away from
Ari, who found herself trapped in Michael’s gaze.
“Ari …” He took a step toward her, seeming unsure what to do. “The whole Guild felt the change and then she was there … Fallon was there.”
“How is she?” Ari asked hurriedly.
“I mean, Azazil said it might be difficult for her. Is she okay?”
Michael shook his head, still looking shell-shocked. “She’s exhausted. She had a difficult time sorting out the two realities. We all have. But the humans … the humans who knew she passed … they don’t seem to remember that.”
“No,” Ari replied, “they won’t.
This change. It only fully affects humans.”
“Ari, what did you ask Azazil to do exactly?” Jai’s deep voice inquired softly from behind her.
She turned to him now. “I wanted to protect everyone. I wanted to fix what happened to my dad, to Mikey and Charlie. To Fallon. The only way I knew how was to ask Azazil to make it so that Sala never left me with Dad. I didn’t want to lose what I had now. You, the Guild … so my own memories of the past haven’t changed, and neither has the memories of the Jinn who are in my life. Except for Pazuzu. I asked Azazil to specifically change that.” Her eyes slid back to Michael. “I know you were just doing your job, but I couldn’t let Charlie die. Everything that happened to him, including what happened to Fallon, it was all because of my place in his life.”
“But that means …” Jai sighed softly.
“Ari, he won’t remember you.”
Her heart ached at the thought and tears threatened to fall, but she held strong and gave Jai a trembling smile.
“It’s worth it. I hope. I’d really like to check on things with him …”
Her boyfriend nodded, concern in his light green eyes. “I’ll come with you.”
“Ari.” Michael took a hold of her arm to draw her attention back to him. “I know whatever you did probably has its consequences … but I don’t care. I can’t thank you enough for doing what you’ve done—for bringing Fallon back to me and her mother.”
She clasped his hand and squeezed it tight. “I’m so relieved it worked. I’ll come by and see her as soon as I’ve checked on things back in Ohio.”
“No, first, you’ll sleep,” Michael insisted. “You look exhausted.”
Ari shook her head adamantly. “No, I have to check. I won’t be able to sleep until I check.”
The Guild leader gave a deep sigh and looked beyond Ari to Jai. “I’m glad she’s yours to look after,” he told him dryly.
Jai snorted and Ari threw him an unamused look. “I’m not that bad.”
He held up his hands. “I didn’t say anything.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.”
Michael nodded gratefully once more and strode out of the living room. Gerard and Megan murmured their own thank-yous and followed him out.
“Let’s do this before you fall asleep on your feet.” Jai gave her shoulder a squeeze.
The Glass King took a step back. “I must visit my brother. He will have felt the change in the threads as I did.”
Trey frowned. “You’re not staying?”
Glass gave him a knowing smile.
“I’ll be back.”
And like that, he disappeared into the Peripatos.
Trey grinned at them. “Was that just me or was that all very Schwarzenegger?”
Ari huffed a laugh and leaned her head against Jai’s strong shoulder. “Don’t crack jokes. I don’t have the energy to laugh with the appropriate amount of gusto.”
Jai’s arm came around her waist, his hand cupping her hip and drawing her closer. “You sure this can’t wait until after you sleep?”
“We’re just checking in. We won’t be long.” She blinked back weary tears. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand watching it for long, knowing they don’t remember me.”
It was warmer in Ohio at this time of year, not that Ari could really appreciate it because of her weird Jinn temperature, but just remembering it brought on a rush of longing as she gazed at her old house. She hadn’t been back to Sandford Ridge in almost six months.
It felt like six years.
She could feel Jai’s energy next to her as they stood on the driveway of Derek Johnson’s house, hiding in the Cloak.
I’m going in, she told Jai.
Okay. Careful now.
She headed toward the front door.
It was a safe neighborhood and when Ari had lived there with Derek, they’d never locked the door. Ari only ever did when Derek was away on business. She was pleased to discover Derek hadn’t broken that habit in this new reality.
Slipping inside quietly, Ari felt Jai follow her and then listened as he clicked the door shut behind them.
Music filtered in from the utility room and finding the sitting room empty, Ari followed the sounds, only to come to an abrupt halt at the doorway to the room. A tall, dark-haired woman stood folding laundry. She wore a pair of denim cutoffs and an oversized T-shirt, and she hummed along to the radio as she worked.
Ari didn’t recognize her at all.
Did Derek not live here in this reality?
Turning on her heel, Ari hurried to the sitting room. She found what she was looking for on the wall opposite the large window.
Photographs.
The first one caused her to suck in her breath in surprise. Why had she not counted this as a possibility? Smiling happily back at her was Derek, once her adopted dad, now someone else’s real dad. He was also a husband. Ari gazed in stupefied wonder at the wedding photograph of Derek and the dark-haired woman from the utility room. Scanning the photos, she found more of the couple, and in others, they were joined by two little boys.
Ari had presumed because her dad himself had admitted how much of a loner he was that he’d be alone. But in this reality, Derek never met Sala, and so Sala never messed with his heart, leaving him free to find someone else and fall in love. Ari turned around, eyes washing over the games console hooked up to the television, the homework bag in the corner by the armchair, the Nintendo and game cartridges scattered on the coffee table. The furniture was different too. It was no longer modern and cold, but soft and comfortable.
A family lived here now.
Baby, are you okay?
He got married. He has kids. It’s really weird, she choked on a half sob.
A hand groped for hers and Ari let Jai lead her out of the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, he sighed. Are you sure you want to do this? This is like a sick kind of torture.
No, it’s not. I’m happy for him, I really am. It’s just … strange. And I’m tired. I feel like I haven’t stopped crying in days.
Then let’s get the visit to Charlie’s over with.
They used the Peripatos to save time and immediately disappeared into the Cloak upon seeing Charlie’s mom’s car pull into the driveway.
Ari held her breath, standing on the lawn by the tree in Charlie’s yard, watching as Charlie got out of the driver’s side. “Seriously, you didn’t see anything?” he asked his passenger, frowning in Ari and Jai’s direction.
Crap. He’d obviously caught sight of them seconds before they disappeared.
“You need to get more sleep,” Mrs. Creagh sighed as she got out of the car. “You work too hard, sweetie.”
Charlie gave her a soft smile and then banged on the window of back passenger door. “Mikey, we’re home.”
Ari’s heart stopped and she had to swallow the cry of joy that leapt into her mouth as she took a stumbling step forward. Charlie hurried around to his mom and took one of the brown bags out of her hand. He looked great. He was more filled out, his hair unruly and long.
He looked happy.
He looked like the old Charlie. So much so, Ari’s heart hurt.
And then the back door of the car opened and that ache in her chest intensified.
Michael. Little Mike. Mikey.
Except he wasn’t twelve anymore.
His life hadn’t been cut short at such a young age. Instead he was fourteen, almost fifteen. And tall, she laughed tearfully, covering the sound with hands.
He was almost as tall his big brother. In fact, he was the spitting image of Charlie, only with a slightly rounder face.
He stumbled sleepily after his mom and brother. Ari hurried to catch up to them.
Mrs. Creagh fumbled with the key and her bags, and Mikey reached out to take the bags. “Thank you, honey,” she mumbled, opening the screen door. “Did your dad call?”
“Nope,” Charlie sighed, and Ari followed them inside, ignoring Jai’s telepathic hiss for her to come back.
“When has he ever called when he said he was going to call?”
“Don’t use that tone when you’re talking about your father.”
They walked down the narrow hall, no longer morbidly cluttered with photographs of Mikey, and into the kitchen.
Charlie and Mikey shared a look behind their mother’s back.
“Mom,” Charlie sighed again, “when are you going to stop protecting us? I’m eighteen, Mikey’s nearly fifteen. I think we can safely work out for ourselves that dad is an ass**le.”
Mrs. Creagh sucked in a breath as she whirled on him. “Don’t. You divorce people, not children.”
Mr. and Mrs. Creagh were divorced then. Ari shook her head. Why was she not surprised? She’d never particularly liked Mr. Creagh. He’d never been the most hands-on dad.
“Mom, I swear I’m going to get that on a shirt,” Mikey grumbled, taking the soda his big brother offered him. Ari stared as Mikey sat down, unable to take her eyes off him.
Mikey was alive.
And Charlie was Charlie again.
Her eyes welled with tears of happiness just as a hand wrapped around her arm. We gotta go, baby, Jai’s voice whispered in her head.
Reluctantly, Ari let herself be dragged out and around the side of the house. She and Jai came out of the Cloak at the exact same time. She smiled widely, letting her tears fall down her cheeks. “They’re okay. They’re going to be okay.”
Jai wiped her tears with his thumb and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m happy for you. For them. For Charlie.”
Ari nodded and tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “I’ll take whatever is coming next. I swear. Whatever it is.
This was so worth it.”
PART TWO
11
Darkness, Kindled
The State of Zubair hummed with anticipation. Its people, its land, its mountains, its waters, and its emeralds vibrated with the excitement pulsing from its king. They had no idea what was going on but they knew that something—something monumental—was afoot.
The White King stood upon the dais within his palace, presiding over the huge ballroom filled with his army—Jinn of all kinds: Shaitans, Ifrits, Marids, the Nisnas. They stood before him awaiting their orders. At his side were his brothers, Gleaming and Shadow, and the energy throbbing from their own auras was as intoxicating as White’s.