fumbled it out of my purse and flipped it open. âYeah?â I sounded as drugged and disoriented as I felt.
âYou stupid slag .â I knew that rich tenor voice, sharpened now with anger. âYou called the police on me.â
I flopped back into the comfort of the pillow and threw an arm over my eyes. âYes, Eamon, I called the police on you. You threatened my life, tried to kill me, and abducted my sisterââ
âI saved your bloody life!â He sounded livid. I could almost see the veins pulsing in his neck. âI couldâve left you out in that hurricane to die, you know. I put myself out for you!â
âYeah, youâre a princeâPlease tell me youâre not, by the way. I mean, my opinion of British royalty isnât that high, butââ
âShut it,â he snarled. âAlerting the local constabulary isnât going to get your sister back.â
âCan make your life damn inconvenient, though, Iâll bet.â
Silence. I could hear him breathing. I could picture him standing there, phone gripped in those long pianistâs fingers. The inner Eamon didnât match the sensitive hands, though he could pretend with the best of them. Deep down, he wasnât elegant, and he wasnât cultured. He was a total bastard, and the fact that my sister had been enthralled with himâand might still be, for all I knewâmade me feel more than a little nauseated.
âLook,â I said. âI know that you expect me to be your costar in this little drama youâre playing, but Iâm busy. Get to the point, Eamon. You going to kill me? Come on and get in line. I havenât got time to screw around with you.â
Silence, for a long few beats, and then, âIs there a problem?â he asked. Which wasnât what Iâd expected.
âWhy do you care?â
âBecauseââ He paused for several long beats. âBecause what I want from you is a Djinn. If thereâs anything happening that affects that goal, I need to know.â
âYou have no idea how much I wish Iâd given you one back home, and gotten you the hell out of our lives,â I said. I remembered the bloodstains in the conference room. Not that I wished dismemberment on anyone, but with Eamon my moral high ground was somewhere about the elevation of a sand dune, and eroding fast. âThe situation has changed. I canât get my hands on a Djinn anymore. No one can.â
âWonât, you mean.â
âI donât have time to explain it to you, but even if I gave you a Djinn bottle, it wouldnât do you any good. Theâthe master agreementâs been broken. They donât obey us anymore. And they damn sure wouldnât obey you.â
âI see,â he said slowly. âThatâsâ¦very unfortunate. For your sister, at any rate.â
âWhereâs Sarah? If youâve hurt herââ
âDonât be ridiculous. Why would I hurt lovely Sarah?â That sly hint of amusement was back in his voice. âMuch more rewarding to play along with her fantasies. Youâd be amazed what kind of thing that woman gets up to in the privacy of herââ
âShut up !â I shouted it, heard my heart thudding in my ears, and forced myself to relax. He liked sticking in the knife. It was part of his game. No matter what he said, Iâd seen the way heâd touched her, and his hands didnât lie about that, at least. He was gentle with her. Gentler than he had any reason to be. It was even possible he really liked her, as much as he liked anyone. âLook, just let her go. Thereâs no reason to keep her. I already told you, I canât give you a Djinn. Please. Justâlet her go.â
âAre you completely sure you canât give me what I want? Because if you are , thereâs no reason for me not to put a bullet in the head of your beautiful sister, pose her in
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