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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior
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to fuck, let me know.” “Yeah,” she gasped, wiping her sweaty brow. “Unless you want to be one of my concubines?” he grinned, stroking her face. “Be my little, submissive slave.” “Fuck that,” she said. “I'm no one's slave.” Not even to Rashid bin Al-Marid. Kyle walked off with a swagger, and then his wife stepped out. The Djinn. How had she missed this? Now that she was armored, she could start making other plans. Kyle reeked of an artifact. The Jann were said to possess four powerful weapons. She would need to tread carefully until the proper moment to strike. She would need Mortal pawns. A smile crossed her lips. Principal Burke would be the perfect pawn to start with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mount Shasta, California Christy could hear the skittering sound the moment she stopped her car at the head of the trail. Despite driving almost straight through the night, she hadn't lost Erinyes. Hecate's daughter still hunted her down for breaking her oaths. Iris appeared at the trail head, shimmering like a rainbow in the oily refection of a soap bubble, shaped like a maiden, beckoning her to follow. What she needed was here. On this Mountain was the key to her freedom from her oaths she had sworn to the dark goddess. But it wouldn't absolve the crime she had committed when she had betrayed Aaliyah to her coven. Kyle would never want her back. She had lost him. She had tried so hard to keep him he had squeezed out of her hand like a wet bar of soap. That was life. She would ...