Darkness, Kindled (Fire Spirits #4)(8)
Author: Samantha Young

He shook himself, glancing at Glass who stared out into the water. “I’m surprised. After I gave Charlie that emerald, I expected her to be angry with me.”

Glass shrugged. Red had noticed Glass had taken to dressing in mortal clothing—jeans and T-shirts—and he did not need to wonder at the change. “I think she understands that it was done to protect them. You didn’t know the boy well enough to have understood how destructive he could be. And as for Ari, she seems … frightened. I wonder if we are missing something.”

Red ignored the flare of concern and deflected, perusing Glass’s attire. “Perhaps if you weren’t distracted by the young Ginnaye, you would know.”

That earned him a sharp look.

“Leave him out of it.”

A new concern needled him. Glass was growing close to Trey and Red feared that it would end as badly as his relationship with Tamir had centuries ago. Tamir had been the only man Glass had ever loved and their mother had killed him in front of them. Since then, Glass had shown little interest in men beyond sex. Until now.

“Red … what of Ari?”

He sighed inwardly and turned to face the water again. The truth was he had been unable to face Ari because she looked so much like Sala. After his initial anger had cooled, he realized that he did not blame Ari for what had happened. Sala had foolishly jumped into the situation because she read the situation wrong and lost her cool at the sight of Ari in White’s clutches. And in her foolishness, she’d left him and Ari alone without her.

Ari.

Red frowned, trying to ignore his growing fatherly concern and feelings of shame—as though he had abandoned her these last few months, when she was never supposed to be his to abandon.

He hit out at his other concern instead. “The boy will grow old and die. What then?”

Glass turned, leaning against the low wall to face him. His gaze was searching and forever patient. “There are ways around that.”

Red jerked back in shock. Fear followed. Fear that his brother, his one true friend, would even think of making himself so vulnerable. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His brother grew sad but it was sorrow tempered with time and with the healing properties of what Red feared was love. It couldn’t be love. “I didn’t with Tamir because of the danger Lilif posed, but she is no longer with us, and no one else would dare try to kill us.

No one is powerful enough. Trey would be immortal and protected.”

Incredulous, Red shook his head.

“And you would have sacrificed a piece of yourself to gain him that.”

“I will not lose him. Not like Tamir.”

“But you loved Tamir.”

His brother stared at him.

Red sighed, closing his eyes, his worry now tenfold. “You’ve only been with him for a little over two months.”

“You loved Sala in one glance.”

It was fruitless to argue with him.

Glass did not give his affection easily. If he said he loved Trey, then he meant it. And Red unfortunately believed him. He should’ve known the moment he met Trey that he would capture Glass’s attention. The young man was charismatic, irreverent, and full of life. He was like Tamir in many ways. And like Tamir he was a burning soul of energy and light, a light that Glass, with his grave demeanor and weighty responsibilities, found soothing to his own soul, a balm against the dark.

Still, what Glass was proposing was a commitment he could never back out of. “Think on it a little longer, brother.”

“I will.”

Silence fell between them and together they stared out over the still water. Red wondered if his brother was also wishing that life could be as calm as the Aegean was today. But no. There was always some catastrophe on the horizon. Lately that catastrophe was his other brother, the White King. And “lately” had lasted centuries. He wanted to hate him. A part of him did. But their bond as the Seven Kings of Jinn, the connection that tethered them together and to the world, kept the hatred from growing into something unmanageable, into something like vengeance. He may not be able to make White pay for killing Sala, but Red would certainly make sure White never got what he wanted.

“White is tearing through Mount Qaf looking for Mother’s remains.”

“He does realize that could take him a thousand years or more?”

“He can be patient when he wants to be.”

Glass grunted in agreement and turned, his large hand coming to rest on Red’s shoulder. “Will you speak with Ari?”

Ari.

Sala.

Pain.

Red nodded reluctantly, willing the ache out of his chest as he thought about facing the physical reminder of all he’d lost. “In a few days.”

4

Expecting the Moon and Getting the Sun

“Should I tell her?” Jai asked Michael, his voice hushed with the weight of what he was asking, with the need for direction from a man older and more experienced than he was.

When Michael called, Jai could hear in his voice that something was up. Upon Michael’s arrival at the house, Jai’s suspicions were confirmed when he saw Michael’s face.

The Guild believed Charlie Creagh was back in town. It wasn’t because he’d used magic. It was because his picture had been passed around the entire Roe Guild and two of them thought they’d seen Charlie in the neighborhood. He’d been coming out of the mall on Mount Holly Road. Before the two Hunters had time to blink, they’d lost sight of him.

Now everyone was on alert. Except Ari, who had no clue.

In an effort to beat back the aggravation and uncertainty he felt over his and Ari’s relationship, as well as expel the frustration that Ari would probably have to confront Charlie very soon, Jai had spent the entire day in training. Ari hadn’t stopped by at all, which meant she was avoiding him too.

Why she was avoiding him, Jai could only guess.

Why he was avoiding her? For a number of reasons, Charlie not the least of them. The truth was Jai had been worried for days about her and the growing distance between them. She’d been snapping at him, throwing him fake smiles, and generally frustrating the hell out of him. He had no clue what was going on with her and would admit only to himself that he was starting to panic. Buried deep somewhere inside him was the worry that Ari’s feelings for him weren’t real—that they were born of fear of being alone, and born from feeling safe with him. When she’d started pulling away, Jai worried that she’d finally realized the truth of that.

However, that was until this morning.