Scorched Skies (44 page)

“This place blows,” Fallon yelled over the music from the dark corner they stood in, drawing Jai
’
s thoughts back to the matter at hand.

Before he could talk to Ari about the two of them he had to get rid of the son-of-a-bitch who was hunting her.
Club A
was a pretty large R&B club in the Warehouse District. So far, Jai hadn
’
t seen anything suspicious and didn
’
t feel the presence of Jinn. Then again, Dalí may have been powerful enough to harness the
Cloak
. Standing in the corner of the club was making them too inconspicuous.

Jai nudged Fallon forward. “Well try and like it. You and Charlie are going to dance your way across that floor. You
’
re looking for a male, mid-to-late twenties, wearing a talisman… most probably an emerald. Eyes open.”

Fallon held out a hand to Charlie and then quirked an eyebrow at him when he wouldn
’
t move. “I don
’
t have cooties.”

Charlie relaxed, grinning back at her. “I
’
m just not a very good dancer.”

“I don
’
t know.” Fallon bit her lip, pulling on Charlie
’
s t-shirt. “You look like you know what to do with your hips.”

With a raised eyebrow, Jai watched in bemusement as Charlie chuckled, replying as he followed her, “You have no idea.”

When did that happen? Jai wondered, watching the two of them dance intimately together, smiling down at each other every now and then before glancing casually around for their suspect. It wasn
’
t that Jai hadn
’
t noticed the chemistry between them, but he hadn
’
t thought Charlie would really take Fallon up on her obvious flirtations. What had changed his mind? Had Ari said something to him? Was it finally over between them? A little knot of worry twisted in Jai
’
s chest and he decided there and then that he had to discuss Ari
’
s feelings for Charlie once and for all before anything happened between them. The last thing he could handle right now was being burned by Ari.

At a tingle of power, Jai cursed himself, pushing through the crowds to follow the feeling. He was too distracted. He needed to focus. Following the trail of power Jai stumbled to a stop and glowered at Fallon who was rubbing one of her talismans. Noting Jai
’
s presence she smiled sheepishly, realizing she
’
d misled him into thinking he
’
d found the suspect. “I just wanted to see better. It
’
s dark in here.”

Noting Charlie
’
s glazed eyes and how glued they were to Fallon
’
s talisman, Jai exhaled. He didn
’
t know whether to be happy he
’
d been lumbered with the kid so he could watch over him or pissed off that he couldn
’
t get rid of him.

“Is this your first hunt, Fallon?” Jai snapped, leaning closer and ignoring the way Charlie pushed Fallon back as if to protect her from Jai.

She frowned and shrugged Charlie off, clearly needing no one to protect her. “No, Gorgeous, this isn
’
t. What
’
s your point?”

“You shot up a flare using that talisman. That
’
s my point. Are you trying to give us away?”

Blanching, Fallon blinked and shook her head. “No, sorry.”

Rubbing a hand over his head in exasperation, Jai glanced around about to tell her to be careful when he saw movement in the back of the club. He sharpened his Jinn gaze and saw a door open, a girl
’
s face, a hand clamped over a mouth. The door slammed shut.

“This way,” he growled and took off through the crowds, his power kindling between his fingertips. Assured that Fallon and Charlie were at his back, Jai slammed through the outer door and into a back alley that led out onto the main street.

It was déjà vu. And Jai didn
’
t like that one bit.

Standing before them was three guys and a woman, and one of the men had his arms wrapped around a young girl, an innocent clubber. One hand was clamped across her mouth and another held a knife to her throat.

So Dalí was a coward, Jai mused, he kept sending humans to do his dirty work. Something niggled at him though. The way the attackers were standing. Like they had been waiting for them. It all screamed
‘
trap!
’

“This isn
’
t right,” Fallon whispered, having come to the same conclusion he had.

“No, it
’
s not,” Jai agreed, throwing up a shield that would drain him but would cloak the coming fight from the outsiders on the main street. His fighting would be sluggish but hopefully enough to take on humans. “But we can
’
t leave that girl with them. Let
’
s make it quick.” Before he
’
d even spoken the last words, Jai conjured a throwing knife from his collection back home, the cold metal filling a hand he kept behind his back.

“You
’
ll never beat, Master Dalí,” the guy holding the girl said suddenly.

“What is he paying you?” Jai asked softly, dangerously. “And is it really enough?” with that he let the throwing knife fly, the sharp implement making its intended target, slicing through the skin and bone of the leader
’
s wrist. He screamed, dropping the knife, letting the girl go as he tried to cradle his wounded hand. The girl took off for the end of the alley.

Right, time to get the hell out of here,
Jai thought now that the girl was OK.

“What are you waiting for?” the leader yelled, falling to his knees in pain as he eyed the dagger that pierced straight through his hand. “Shoot them!”

At the same time their guns were drawn Fallon took a step forward before Jai could stop her. Rubbing a heavy blue obsidian talisman Fallon waived her hand across the air, a shimmer of magic cascading across and out like a gentle wave crashing into the attackers. They stumbled back in confusion and looked at each other questioningly. The lone female among the attackers shrugged. Face pinched with concentration, she turned to pull the trigger on her Glock. Just as she did, Jai threw out a hand, swinging from the elbow like he was batting a baseball. Instead he batted the barrier of his defensive magic so it hit out like a rubber band stretching and snapping into the woman before pinging back at him. He staggered back as the woman soared through the air, her gun clicking but not shooting. When she crashed to the ground with a sickening and quiet thud, Fallon told him softly, “I filled their bullets with water.” She smirked, lifting the blue obsidian.

Jai and Charlie grinned down at her. “Good thinking.”

Charlie smirked. “Can I punch them now?”

“They haven
’
t attacked yet.” Jai shook his head. “Your defensive magic will power up as soon as they attack.”

After stunned amazement gave way to understanding as Jai, Charlie and Fallon strolled menacingly towards them, the two still standing tried to fire the bullets in their guns.

When they misfired they dropped them and pulled out knives.

Charlie raised a glowing fist. “Now can I punch them?”

Jai gathered his own magic between his fingers and let it rip, melting the two knives. The humans yelled as ash and molten metal burned their hands. Their fear was palpable. It was nothing less than they deserved. “Yeah.” Jai nodded, taking a step back and giving Charlie his lead. “Now you can punch them.”

Alone, with only
Ms. Maggie to keep her company, Ari paced back and forth in her hotel room. The gremlins in her stomach were fighting worse than when she
’
d asked Charlie to their ninth grade dance. She
’
d left asking him to go with her so late he
’
d already said yes to Macy McGuire, a pretty girl in their grade who had moved back to Columbus a few weeks after the dance. Ari had wanted to hate Macy, but really she
’
d just been mad at herself for taking so long to get the courage up to ask him out. She
’
d stayed home that night instead of going to the dance even though she
’
d been asked by three different guys. But Ari hadn
’
t wanted to go unless it had been with Charlie. Ari smiled through her worry, remembering how Charlie had turned up at her house the next day with a corsage, asking her if she
’
d go to Homecoming Dance with him the next semester. They hadn
’
t gone because Charlie caught the flu. Then somehow they danced around one another that whole year up until Ari
’
s 16th birthday. By then it was too late. Life would have been so much easier these last two years if she had come to that realization much sooner.

And now Jai. Ari didn
’
t even want to believe that he wanted to talk about what she wanted talk about. And if he did want to talk about what she wanted to talk about, Ari wanted to know what had changed his mind. Had he finally seen the light? Was he finally leaving the State of Denial? And of course there was Charlie to think about if Jai
had
indeed left the State of Denial. Ari was so worried she
’
d end up hurting Charlie.

But none of that mattered when both Jai and Charlie were out there somewhere without her, possibly being pulverized by that asshat Dalí.

A shuffling noise caught her attention and Ari followed it, her gaze narrowing in on a leaflet that was being shoved forward by invisible hands on the bedside table. Frowning, Ari dived across the bed to see what Ms. Maggie was trying to show her. She smirked when she read it.

Room service.

Wow, her poltergeist really kept a watch on her. She hadn
’
t eaten all day because she
’
d been too nervous to, but Ari guessed Ms. Maggie was right. She had to keep her energy levels up.

“Thanks, Ms. Maggie.”

After ordering some food to be brought up, Ari flicked on the TV, knowing that nothing would take her mind off of it but hoping the noise from a movie or TV show would at least be better than the thick silence and nervous pall she
’
d cast around the room.

When the knock at the door finally sounded, Ari was glad. She was actually starting to feel hungry. “Room Service,” a soft female voice called before Ari had to embarrassingly ask who was there through the door. Jai had drilled that precaution through her before he
’
d left.

“Coming!” Ari called and strode barefoot across the plush carpet, pulling the door open with hungry anticipation. The smell of food wafted up her nose and Ari almost fainted. She smiled at the prim older woman and opened the door wider to let her in. “Thank you.”