On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

Lady D and Yzavela were left baffled as to the Sumerian’s bold and sudden appearance, sitting quietly in the study on the couch, and sharing expressions of curiosity and confusion, nothing could be said. As Yzavela stood, beginning to pace, she turned to her mother, complaining with a heavy sigh as she tossed her arms in the air, before they fell and slapped against her hips,

“Now I have to deal with a DemonJinn on top of everything else.” I looked at my mom, “And one that I know nothing about, other than what he told us, but how do I know if any of that was true? Marxus is gone up there so I can’t ask him, which is why I need your help.” I reached for her hands, “I need your help to search through some old books that are hidden away.”

“Of course, I told you that I would help.” Lady D offered a squeeze to her daughter’s hands, “Now tell me what I can do.”

“Wait here, for starters.” I suggested, then stood. Approaching the bookshelf, opening the secret passage, I turned hearing my mom gasp softly, “Yeah.” I smiled, watching as she stood, slowly approaching.

As she stood behind the couch, leaning against its back, Lady D had a single glimpse through the gap, seeing the long passageway before her daughter disappeared somewhere to the right. Stepping closer, it was Abraxas’ loud roars that attracted her attention, keeping her away from entering the passage. Retreating around the couch, taking a seat, she waited, anxiously tapping her hands on her knees, then heard as her daughter cursed loudly, before a loud slam of something falling startled her. Jumping to her feet, watching as her daughter struggled with an armful of books, the top volume was tossed forward, landing by her feet.

“Throwing things at me again?” Lady D teased, gently reaching for the book, handling it with great care.

“Sorry.” I chuckled softly, then walked over, laying the books on the table, “All right, start looking.” I gestured at the books.

“And what are we looking for?” Lady D questioned, sitting next to her daughter, looking at her curiously.

“Anything that might help us figure out who this DemonJinn was.” I nodded.

“If his kind is even mentioned in any of these.” Lady D pondered.

Hours later, she and I remained in the study, books spread open with the same results, no mention of a DemonJinn or Molock recorded in any of the older volumes, only information about the Sumerians and their history but it wasn’t much. Exchanging expressions of worry for we didn’t know if we could really trust this Demon, or if he meant any of us harm, especially since neither of us knew the extent of his demonic powers and the alluring pull that it had over me. Closing all of the books, Lady D muttered softly,

“He was quite fascinating though.”

“Yes he was, but that doesn’t mean that I trust him.” I answered her.

“Sweetheart, did you hear me say trust him?” Lady D argued, “No, I just said that he was fascinating because he was.” she shrugged, “And now that we’re talking about him, what is this about him appearing on your patio? I don’t think Anthony like that too much, having you share late night visits with other men that aren’t him.”

“First of all…” I laughed, “it wasn’t like that, and secondly, it wasn’t a late night visit.” I complained, telling her about that night when my Abraxas alerted me to other presences in my room, “There.” I gave a quick affirmative nod, “And as far as Anthony is concerned, I will be telling him the same time that I just told you because it’s the truth.”

“I know he’ll believe you, but the way it caught him off guard, he’s so protective of you.” Lady D smiled, approving of him for her.”

“Yes, he is.” I shook my head, “And I of him, I don’t know why, and I haven’t told him this but, I’m worried about him.” I frowned.

“Why?”

“I can’t help but have this horrible feeling that death has its mark on him, I mean…first there were the times in Scotland, then in the cave, and now…I don’t know what’s going to happen in this war, I just do not and cannot think about it.” I felt stinging my eyes.

“How long have you felt this way?” Lady D wondered.

“Too long.” I worried, looking at her, “And it scares me, I love him.”

“I know you do, everyone knows it.” Lady D leaned in, hugging her daughter close, “Perhaps you should talk to him about it, so that way he knows to be more cautious of his surroundings to nothing has the chance to bring him harm.”

“I will.” I nodded, then gently pulled away, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.” Lady D raised her eyebrows.

“Can you make a charm or something for him?” I wiped my tears, “I would feel better if he wore something like that, you know?”

“Of course.” Lady D agreed without question, “I’ll just need some…” she paused, watching as her daughter removed his wolf’s head ring from her pocket, “that’ll do.” she felt it fall into her hands, “And it seems you were planning on this anyway, I don’t think you’d have it with you for no reason.”

“He actually left it behind when we…” I smiled then caught myself, “nevermind.” I turned, hiding my red face.

“Ah, gotcha.” Lady D felt awkward, “I’ll have it ready by tonight, if not tomorrow the latest.” she smiled, patting her daughter’s shoulder. As she stood, walking toward the door with Zanzabarr and Abraxas, they left the books on the table leaving the study completely, and as they ventured downstairs, residents greeted them as they had come and gone through the lounge and dining hall.

The Guardians patrolled the wall, when there was a sudden, but brief, pillar of green light appearing outside by the outer gates. Looking at each other curiously, especially the Demons, they shrugged, stating that it wasn’t them. Glancing over the waist-high ledge, there were 12 strangely dressed individuals standing by the gates, waiting for access.

“Who the bloody hell are they?” Caleb complained, looking at Nick.

“How the f*ck should I know?!” the Wraith hissed, “I’ll call Yza.”

“No need, she’s coming.” Justin appeared, then glanced over the edge of the wall toward the manor where his red Wraith eyes could see her petite figure walking across the estate from Ravenstone Manor with her wolf and dragon, and mother, “Wow, that bird’s fast.” he sent Nick and Caleb a brief grin then appeared below, greeting her.

“Justin, hey…” I smiled, “what’s going on?” I wondered.

“We don’t know…” he shrugged, “one minute they weren’t there, then the next POOF, just like bloody magic, no pun intended, they were standing there dressed awfully weird.”

“Define awfully weird.” Lady D wondered humorously.

“Skin, cloaks, scarves around their heads.” Caleb exaggerated in a way that only he could make it sound humorous.

“W-well, where are they now?” I tried not to laugh.

“They’re waiting in the tunnel per your instructions, but you got to tell us what the hell is going on?” Nick finished quickly.

“Guys, I have no f*cking no clue.” I shrugged, “I am just going from day-to-day like you, seeing all kinds of new sh*t.” I complained, then looked at my mom, “Sorry.” I patted her arm.

“Don’t apologize, it is some weird sh*t.” she smiled, “But now I can’t help but be a little curious as to who they are, if that’s all right?”

“Of course it is.” I reassured, not wanting her to feel like she was never allowed to witness Keeper interactions, “Open the gates, but I want you and every Guardian, whether they’re Wraith or Demon, to have your weapons ready. You know, just in case. Go…” I turned to Justin, gently him forward, “come on go…” I grinned.

“Yeah, I think I’ll stay put but…” he removed his phone, typing the message quickly with a blur of his thumbs, sending it quickly. As he, and the others gathered around him glanced at the wall, figures had stood at the ledge, waving their hands in acknowledgement that they had received the message, “Done.” he smiled, turning to Yzavela.

“All right, open the gates.” I instructed, “Please don’t make me say it a third time.” I nodded toward Nick and Caleb, then glanced down at Zanzabarr and Abraxas, who shifted into another wolf.

The two Wraiths sped forward, watching as Guardians released the barrier that kept the inner gates closed and once unsealed of magic, the Wraiths carefully pulled them open, grunting slightly as the two men dragged a single door by themselves. Stepping back, they sped back to their pace by Yzavela’s side, watching as the 12 figures slowly emerged in strong, elegant strides, speaking in a language that was unfamiliar to the Guardians standing by.

“They look to be…African.” Justin observed, seeing their black skin.

“No…” I teased, “really?” I looked at him, “Couldn’t have guessed.”

“Africa, wow…” Lady D pondered, “that’s a long way to come.”

“Literally half way across the world, Ma’am.” Nick looked at her.

Once the Africans stood close enough to see their bold golden eyes, it was certain they weren’t mortal, Wraith or Demon. Respectfully, they bowed their heads, which we returned, then one of the tall men stepped forward; his black cloak trimmed with gold embroidery and a Leopard skin draped around his shoulder, hung loosely over his attire, clasped beneath the skins.

Flipping his cloak over his shoulder, his sudden act received cautious reactions from the Guardians and two wolves that growled deeply. As he raised his hands, showing he was no threat, he slowly removed his two large Scimitar swords from their frogs hanging on his belt, gently laying them on the ground. Standing slowly, his strange black and red attire was still too hidden beneath his cloak. Speaking to the handful of men, and the two men in his African tongue, he watched as they shared curious expressions, unsure of what it was said he said. Reaching his hands toward a striped turban and leather band keeping it in place, he quickly unwrapped it, revealing carved, striking Nubian features that complimented his gold eyes and trimmed goatee flecked gray. Lowering the turban, tucking the fabric somewhere on his belt, he turned his head slightly, revealing tattoos running down the right side of his face, and down his neck in an artistic pattern. His tall, and muscular but powerful build and 6’2 stature was magnificent. As his gold eyes scanned the figures standing before him and his kin, then down toward the two wolves that stood by the young woman’s feet, he declared loudly in a powerful voice, with an elegant African accent.

“We are Jinn…” he held out his arms, gesturing at the figures that stood behind him, “and we have come to see the Keeper of Keys.”

Caleb, Justin, Nick and Lady D stepped back, leaving Yzavela alone, as if she were a lamb thrown to the slaughter.

Glancing around, seeing their absence, I peeked over my shoulder in their direction, shaking my head then turned, focusing forward. As I took steps forward, scanning their appearance, I replied confidently,

“That would be me, I am the Keeper of Keys.”

Studying her appearance, squinting his eyes, he raised a curious brow, then questioned in a series of riddles.

“How do I know if you are the Keeper of Keys, when you do not…” he eyed her once more, “present the keys, if you do not possess the keys, then you are not the Keeper.”

I turned, beholding Caleb, Nick, Justin and my mom shrugging, and as the Guardians shifted their stances, the keys rattling on their belts gave me the answer. Grinning faintly, I turned, facing the stranger.

“The Keeper possesses many keys, which key do you seek for all have their own purpose.” I answered with a riddle of my own, “For not all locks are the same and not all keys open the same door.”

The stranger grinned, then turned to a woman that approached him, speaking in the same African dialect. Throwing back her cloak, she revealed her black and gold attire and skins, matching the man’s. as she removed her turban, she was beautiful with cat-shaped gold eyes, looking like Nefertiti herself. She braided her hair down the side, with small hair ornaments and beads, and glancing at him, her tattoos were the same but yet somehow different. Arching her back, placing her hands on her hips, avoiding what looked like a chain or whip that was wrapped around her waist, her 5’9 athletic build showed her own prowess as a woman, or being, that one wouldn’t want to mess with.

“Only the true Keeper could have figured that out.” she spoke as her gold eyes scanned the young woman before her.

“Indeed.” the man nodded, “May I have your hands?” he reached for her.

Taking a step back, I wasn’t about to. Hearing the wolves growl, my hands gripped their collars, pulling them back.

“Why?” I questioned.

“I will not harm you.” the man reassured.

“I’m sorry but when strangers come through those gates, asking for a body part, it could present some hesitation and caution, don’t you think?” I remarked sarcastically.

The man’s eyes grew wide, as did the woman’s next to him, but she began chuckling softly, luring the man into a brief moment of humor.

“Glad I could amuse you.” I wondered.

Clearing his throat, arching his back, the man reached out his hands once more, waiting for the young woman’s.

“Please…” he reassured, “I will not harm you, and the Guardians can remain present, if that makes you feel more at ease.”

Glancing back at the Guardians and my mom, I bit my lip.

“Fine, but try anything funny, and my wolves will attack.” I warned.

Glancing down at the two large beasts with their sleek black fur, the man and woman nodded, agreeing to her warning.

Reluctantly, placing my hands in his, they were so small.

Lady D held her breath, watching as the Guardians placed hands on the hilts of their weapons, then released a deep sigh, feeling Nick place a hand on her shoulder in comfort and reassurance that they wouldn’t let harm come to her daughter.

“She’ll be fine.” he whispered softly.

“I know but still…” Lady D watched.

“Whatever you’re going to do, I suggest you do it quickly.” I advised, as the two wolves continued growling as they paced nervously, “You are making them nervous by placing your hands on their mother.”

“Mother?” the woman questioned curiously.

“Yes, their mother.” I looked at her.

“Hmm.” she grinned, folding her arms, “Interesting.”

The Nubian man gently lifted Yzavela’s right sleeve of her blouse, revealing the hidden key tattoo. Smirking, as did the woman, he held her arm with his left hand, then stroked her inner right arm, starting from the top of the tattoo, down to her fingertips and once the slow sensation ceased, runic symbols appeared swirling in the palm of her hand and between her fingers. Glancing at the woman by his side of his own kin, he shared a smile.

“What is that?” I asked, seeing the lingering magic.

Turning to her, the man and woman were surprised.

“You can see this?” the man wondered.

“I wouldn’t have asked, if I didn’t.” I mocked impatiently, “And can I have my hand back now, or are you not done stroking my arm?” my eyes widened.

Releasing her, the man stared into her wide brown eyes, sensing there was something out of the ordinary about her.

“How could you have that?!” the woman questioned, “That was only meant for our eyes.”

“If you’re talking about the magical alphabet going on in the palm of my hand, call it a gift.” I answered respectfully, “But seriously, what was that?”

“Did you see anything?” Nick whispered to Caleb and Justin.

“Not a bloody thing.” Justin rasped.

“This is bonkers.” Caleb muttered.

“That of which you shouldn’t have seen, was the magical imprint of the mark that was given to you.” the man announced, “But HOW it is possible that you saw it, is astounding.”

“Astounding?” I wondered, “Wow, okay…”

“Only our kin can see magical imprints.” the woman argued, “What are you?” she stepped forward, examining the young woman closely, “I sense half-breed yes, but…there’s something more.” she continued to stare at her.

“Ma’am, would you please stop staring at me, you aren’t going to find anything unless I want you to.” I argued, stepping back with the two wolves.

“Fascinating.” she clapped her hands close to her chest, “you’re such a strange, unnatural child.” she pondered curiously.

Sarcastically, I laughed.

“You’re not the first to tell me that, but I should be asking you that very same question…” I studied their appearance, “tattoos running down your neck, gold eyes and tall-almost godlike heights, you are Jinn, right?” I folded my arms, catching them by surprise because it was obvious that their existence wasn’t known to mortals.

“What the bloody hell is a Jinn?” Caleb mocked arrogantly.

“Genies mate, genies.” Justin added, nudging him.

“Nah, man…genies are genies, and I don’t think they’re that type of beings that live in lamps, you know?” Nick observed, then glanced at Lady D, “Sorry.” he grinned, then finished, “Nah, they’re not genies.”

“No, they are not.” Lady D affirmed, nodding agreeably.

“And how would you know that?!” the Nubian man questioned in a firm, blunt tone, “Did Marxus tell you of our race?”

“Sadly, no. Not entirely, but most recently, I met a Jinn but he much different from you actually, however he was a Jinn nonetheless.” I recalled confidently, “Now look, can we please stop this little back and forth questionnaire? I don’t know even know your names, so let us start with that, hmm?” I announced softly.

The man and woman looked at one another, then glanced back at the others standing nearby behind them. Clearing his throat, the man, in a soft rasp, declared himself.

“My name is Azir Jaheem-Zuberi and this…” he gestured toward the woman beside him, “is my wife and Queen, Natash Jelani-Zuberi and we…are Jinn.” he bowed his head, as did the others.

“More Jinn, what’s next?” Justin complained, “Bloody Bigfoot?”

“This is the Isle of Castillion, mate…” Caleb patted his shoulder, “it is possible that any sorts of creatures are drawn here, so yeah, it just might be possible and we already have a Bigfoot, and his bloody name is Leonus Lancaster.” he grinned, “I’m just waiting for fairies and elves.”

“There are actually.” Lady D turned to him.

“Actually what?” Caleb’s brown eyes widened curiously.

“Fairies.”

“Really? Where?”

“Around, if you know where to look.” Lady D smiled, “I have to sit down, so I’m going to go. Tell Yza that I’ll catch her later, hmm?”

“Sure thing, Ma’am.” Caleb nodded.

“Here, I’ll take you.” Nick walked alongside her, “They got this.”

“It’s an honor to meet you. My name is Yzavela, this is Zanzabarr and Abraxas, and those are…” I turned, gesturing at the Wraiths, taking notice that Nick and my mom were absent, “are two of the Isle’s best Guardians, the Wraiths Justin and Caleb.”

“We remember you.” Natash announced, pointing at Caleb, “You…” she scanned his slender frame up an down, “you’re the one that never stops smiling.”

Caleb frowned, hearing Justin snort a laugh.

“Yes, Ma’am…that’s me, Caleb Smiles-A-Lot.” he mocked.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” Erik suddenly appeared alongside the Wraiths, leaving behind a swirling blue flame, “Who are you?” he glanced at the Jinn.

“Excuse me, who are you?” Natash argued.

“I’m Erik.” the young man arrogantly introduced himself boldly.

“And do you have anything to do with the title of Keeper?”

“No, but…”

“Then be quiet.” Natash hissed.

“Excuse me?!” Erik groaned, stepping forward.

“Erik…” I turned to him, “this has nothing to do with you.”

“Of course it doesn’t.” he complained, looking down at her, “But I still didn’t hear them answer my question as to who they are!”

“They’re Jinn, and you’re being the disrespectful jacka** that you are.” I frowned, not wanting to steam but I could feel its warmth crawling beneath my skin.

“Erik, mate…” Caleb urged him away, “come on, I’ll tell you.”

“Pfft.” Erik scoffed, “Whatever.” he shook his head, walking away.

Closing my eyes with disappointment, I sighed but in that moment, I hadn’t realized that I was steaming, which immediately sparked into my Aura.

“Yza…Yza…” Nick whispered, “you’re steaming, you’re on fire.”

Opening my eyes, I glanced down at my hands and form.

“Sh*t.” I cursed, then turned to the Jinn, watching as they took quick steps back, with astonishment but caution, “It’s all right, I…”

“Demon, you’re a Demon?!” Natash worried, “That’s what Marxus chose, a Demon to be Keeper?” she looked at Azir worriedly.

“That’s impossible, this can’t be.” Azir argued.

“Yeah hi, I’m right here…” I barked with agitation, “Marxus didn’t choose me, the orb stone did and I believe this was his, right?” and in a quick reach around me neck, I removed the Keeper’s pendant, “And yes, I’m a Demon but I’m only half and I’m proud of it!” my Aura had brightened into a full flame, “And yes, I have a hellhound and a Zyphyn so there, that’s basically all you need to know about me!” I leered at the Jinn, sensing their judgement.

“Ten pounds says she sets a bush on fire.” Justin joked.

“I bet twenty.” Nick whispered.

“Deal.” Justin shared a knuckle bump.

“You two?!” I turned to the two Wraiths, “Next time, bet higher.” I grinned, “Now please, get back to work, I’ll be fine. I have them.” I gestured at the two wolves.

The two Wraiths smiled, then swiftly vanished.

Taking deep breaths, controlling my rage, I turned to the Jinn and apologized for the unprofessional greeting but then, a wide smile crept on my face hearing Anthony’s voice calling out. As I turned, he strolled alongside Thomas as they emerged from the direction of the training yard.

“Yzavela…” Anthony greeted her, kissing her quickly, then glanced at the strangers, “oh, apologies. I didn’t know you greeting guests.”

“I didn’t either.” I moaned softly, “Anthony, this Azir and Natash.” I gestured at them, “And this is my Anthony.”

“They’re engaged.” Thomas gushed proudly, “Hello, I’m Thomas.”

“Hello.” the Jinn nodded.

“And congratulations.” Natash smiled, bowing her head toward the couple that couldn’t keep their eyes, or hands, off each other as they held onto each other tightly, “A Demon and a mortal, perhaps that is not such an awkward combination.”

“Lycynian.” Anthony proclaimed proudly.

“Lycynian?” Azir pondered, “Interesting.” he raised an eyebrow.

Glancing down at Yzavela with a baffled expression, Anthony felt her right hand stroking his back and her left hand run across his chest before offering him a warm smile.

“It doesn’t matter to me.” I announced.

Leonus, leaving the training area, clenched his fists after a fierce, and powerful workout. Wiping sweat from his brow and neck, strolling across the estate, he gazed toward the gates where the half-breed, the Giovanni brothers and her wolves stood, with a group of strangers. As he flipped the towel over his shoulder, he sprinted forward in fast strides.

“Oi…” he shouted loudly, “what’s going on here, who are you?” his blue eyes scanned the group, “What are you doing entering my gates without inspection?”

“Oh no…” I complained, then glanced at Azir and Natash, “I truly apologize for what’s about to be said, or done, or if someone catches a flame.” I glanced at Thomas and Anthony who respectfully stood back.

“Are you going to answer me?!” Leonus barked gruffly, “Hmm, runt?” he leered down at Yzavela’s petite frame nearby as she stood next to two black wolves, “I see your bloody bat shifted again, huh? Figures.”

The two wolves growled deeply, craving the moment when their pack mother gave the orders to attack him, having the urge to sink their teeth deep into his flesh.

“How dare you speak…” Natash stepped forward, then caught the musky wet dog scent, “LYCYNIAN, that figures.” she grimaced in disgust of his species, “She is the Keeper, show her respect”

“Don’t remind me, painted woman.” Leonus disrespected Natash’s smooth black skin, “And respect her?” he pointed at Yzavela, “When hell freezes over.” he growled.

“They are MY guests Leonus…” I huffed impatiently, pulling back the two wolves, “and how many times do I have to tell you that you are not the god damn Keeper?! Countless times now, so listen to me Redwood…” I approached the 6’6 Scotsman, looking like a teenager in comparison to his bulk, “if you don’t want your tree stump to be cut down any shorter than it has been already, or permanently locked away like a bad dog, I suggest that you take that tail between your legs, and walk back the way you came or better yet, just go away, and I’m being nice because I have guests.” I frowned, “You already know how I get when I’m not so nice, or do you need a reminder?” I waited, receiving a reluctant nod, “Good, no f*ck off Redwood or I will let both Zanzabarr and Abraxas shred you apart slowly.” I steamed once more.

“Aren’t you going to calm her down?” Thomas looked at Anthony.

“Why?” Anthony smiled, “She’s being who she is, and I love it.” he admired, “Drives me wild…” he looked at his brother.

“I did not need to hear that.” Thomas shook his head.

Leonus stared down at the petite woman with such disgust, wanting to attack her but glancing past her toward the figures, he noticed they held their hands on the hilts of their large Scimitars. He didn’t know what skills they possessed, and didn’t dare question them. Nodding in frustration as he backed away, he knew he lost this round again. He turned, slowly walking toward the Lycynian dwelling, brushing past Thomas and Anthony.

Closing my eyes, controlling my temper, I looked at Natash and Azir, apologizing once more for his outburst and mine.

“He has given me nothing but problems since he found out Marxus had named me Keeper, and he hasn’t let it go. Nor has he ceased to take it for himself.”

“And you allow him to live here?” Natash questioned, “Why haven’t you banished him then, if he’s causing you such distress and turmoil?”

“Believe me, I’ve thought about it, but unfortunately that bastard has a family and I won’t take their home from them because of what he does.” I clenched my fists, “Although, my patience is running thin.”

“That would no happen in our tribe.” Natash moaned, “The whole family would be banished, children or not.”

“Respectfully, this isn’t your tribe or homeland.” I snapped, “So the option of banishment is not an option.”

Azir stood, studying Yzavela closely.

“What?!” I shrugged, then turned to Thomas and Anthony, hearing both Zanzabarr and Abraxas growl deeply, “Hey…” I offered them a smile.

“Hey.” Anthony held her close.

“You handled the situation accordingly, and although we don’t know much about each other yet, I sense that we will be very good allies in the future.” Azir nodded, then glanced down at the two wolves, “All of us.”

“Sure. Wraiths, Jinn, hellhounds, dragons, Demons and Lycynians.” I joked, “Why not, what can possibly go wrong?” I shrugged.

“You mentioned something about hellhounds and Zyphyns.” Natash questioned curiously, then glanced down at the wolves, “Are they?”

“One of each, yes.” I proclaimed, “This is Zanzabarr, the hellhound.” I stroked the wolf’s fur between his ears, “And this…” I petted the other wolf, “is the Zyphyn, a shape-shifter.” I revealed proudly.

“Shape-shifter?” Azir wondered.

“Yes, but that’s another conversation for another time.” I moaned, “Now, if Marxus trusted you, he must have been wise in doing so. You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you wish, so if would like to wait a few minutes for a shuttle, I would be more than happy to escort you to the Inn.” I suggested, then turned away with the two wolves and Giovanni brothers.

“I like her.” Natash grinned.

“She’s just a child that knows nothing about this place, or the people in it.” Azir frowned with scepticism.

“What are you saying?” Natash looked at him, “That Marxus made a mistake, or that the orb too, chose wrong?” she argued, “You of all men, know that once it chooses, there is no undoing it, unless the man, or woman, rightfully hands it to another, and honestly my love, I don’t see that happening.” she gazed across the field, watching as the young woman, her male companions and wolves grew smaller in the distance.

“Have you seen her future?” Azir glanced down at her.

“No, believe me I tried, but she has a strong block. Perhaps because of her half-breed origins which I have never seen before.” Natash, in a soft voice, revealed, “I don’t know, but we my love, are here upon Marxus’ request to help her and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

“Mm.” Azir stroked his goatee, watching as the shuttle approached. As Yzavela climbed out of the passenger seat, he finished softly, “I know you mean well, but you do know, that we know, where the Inn is, yes? So this is not necessary.”

“Perhaps not, but humor the idea.” I smiled, gesturing at the shuttle. Glancing down at Zanzabarr and Abraxas, I allowed them run free of the island, but then sent telepathic instructions to the Zyphyn, telling him to keep a close eye on the hellhound, making sure he didn’t get his now into trouble. Receiving a brief nod, I watched as the two black wolves barked before running off in the opposite direction.

“You heard her, husband…humor her.” Natash grinned, the slowly veered around him, leading their kin toward the vehicle, “Oh, they’ve been upgraded.” she admired the interior, “Very nice, no?” her gold eyes glanced at Azir.

“I suppose.” Azir nodded in approval. Once he climbed in, feeling too cramped against his kin because of their tall statures, awkwardly, he leaned forward, sharing a conversation with Yzavela, speaking about Marxus then ceased it further, unsure if the driver Anthony, was informed, “I think it is best we finish in more accommodating setting.”

“If you’re talking about discussing things in front of Anthony…” I turned to the Jinn, then glanced at the Italian, “I trust him with my life, and the secrets here.” I felt his left hand reaching for my right. As I glanced down, watching as our fingers interlocked, I raised my gaze looking at him quickly, offering a warm smile, which he eagerly returned, before focusing back on the road, “As far as the setting, I do agree.” I continued, after clearing my throat, looking back at the Jinn, seeing the disgruntled expressions as they squirmed in place.

“We’re almost there.” Anthony announced, hearing their complaints. Once arriving in RP&V, parking outside the grand Inn, Anthony sat quietly, watching as the Jinn climbed out, stretching their arms and arching their backs. Grinning, he watched as Yzavela veered around the vehicle, standing by his window.

“I won’t be long.” I grinned, looking at him.

“I’ll be here.” he gently stroked her cheek, “But if not, you’ll find me in the shop, Louisa needs me to model one of their newest suits.” he shrugged.

“Oh?” I wondered.

“Who knows, it just might be the one I wear when I marry you.” he leaned forward, offering a sexy smile.

“Mm.” I kissed him quickly, then stepped back, shaking my head. As I turned, clearing my throat, I gestured at the building, “Shall we?” I led them inside and for the first time since I’ve been living on the Isle, I glanced around the cozy lobby, then toward the lounge and bar that was set in its own room closed off by doors with smoky glass panels, “Hello…” I greeted the desk clerk, an older man and woman.

“Ah, hello.” the woman greeted, “You’re the Keeper, yes?”

“Yes.” I smiled.

“What brings you here?” she asked, watching as the large group had entered behind her, “Oh, dear…” she glanced at the man that stood by her side.

“Three of your largest rooms, please?” I signed three names into the large guest book that laid open on the desk.

“Of course.” the man nodded, then turned toward the wall behind him, removing three keys off their hooks, “All yours, they’ve all been freshly cleaned just this morning.”

“Excellent, thank you.” I nodded, then guided the Jinn upstairs, “It’s still early in the day, so why don’t you settle in and find some peace and comfort, then we can gather in the study and discuss things in a more professional manner.” I handed Natash their room keys, then handed the last two keys to the other male Jinn, “Your rooms are right there.” I gestured toward two rooms across the hall, figuring that they would want to be close to their kin.

“Thank you.” the man nodded.

“Um…” I tapped my hands against my thighs, “right, so…I’ll go.” I pointed down the hall, then veered around Natash and Azir, quickly disappearing around the corner, “Oh boy…” I huffed, “more Jinn.” I sighed, “What do I do with Jinn?” I pondered. Strolling through the Inn’s lounge I paused, scanning the walls that were decorated with a faint beige wallpaper printed with green leaves and flowers, and with the dark brown wooden furniture and beige, cream or dark green upholstery, it was a bold contrast the blended perfectly together. As I nodded, I smiled then offered a farewell greeting to the desk clerks. I stood on the steps outside, gazing at the traffic through RP&V then I spotted Erik and Jonathan who walked alongside Hiromi, sharing a brief moment of laughter. Suddenly, I heard my phone beep and as I removed the gadget, there was my mom’s face on the screen, “Hey…” I answered, “where’d you go?” I wondered, beginning to walk along the walkway, passing some of the shops.

“I don’t think you needed mama by your side when greeting newbies.” Lady D teased, watching as her daughter’s phone bounced slightly as she walked, “Where are you?” she wondered, hearing loud voices in the background.

“RP&V.” I revealed, quickly scanning the village with the phone, “I have a meeting with the, as you said, newbies and guess what?” I took a moment to pause. Glancing around, I moved aside, making sure no one overheard my conversation.

“What?” Lady D wondered.

“They’re Jinn.” I finished.

“Jinn? You mean like Molock?” Lady D’s eyes grew wide.

“I don’t know if they’re Sumerians, but yes they are Jinn.” I revealed, “I saw their tattoos and I might have accidentally called them out on it so…” I shrugged with a smile, “yeah, more Jinn.”

“Wow.” Lady D pondered, sitting on her bed, “Small world.”

“Small?” I teased.

“Well, you know what I mean.” Lady D chuckled.

“Yeah, I know.” I looked around.

“Yza!” voices called her name.

Turning around, there he stood Nick and Wyatt beckoning me over.

“I hear someone calling for you, always the busy little bee.” Lady D teased affectionately, “Go do what you have to do, we’ll finish this later because I want to hear all about these Jinn, and what they’re all like.”

“Totally.” I smiled, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Lady D waved, then ended the call.

Gently pushing my way through the village, I followed the walkway.

“Hey.” I greeted the Wraith and Demon, “What’s up?”

The two Guardians said nothing, stepping aside, gesturing at one of the shopkeepers that stood arguing with Thomas yet again, about the setup of his space.

“All yours.” Nick teased, patting her shoulder.

“Have fun.” Wyatt grinned, patting her other shoulder.

“Gee, thanks.” I groaned, rolling my eyes, “Tell me, before you go…” I glanced between the Guardians, “did Marxus go through this?”

“Yep.” Nick smiled.

“And?” I looked at him.

“Well, let’s just say that’s why he hardly ever spent time on the Isle during the busy seasons.” Wyatt added.

“Right.” I nodded, then shook my head, walking forward. Hearing as Thomas and a woman argued loudly about her space, I approached in perfect timing too, because Thomas was losing his patience, “Hey.” I announced, “Hey, calm down.” I looked at the Italian, then glanced at the woman, “What’s going on here?” I held out my arms.

“I’ll tell you what’s going on, the Guardians that unloaded my boxes got them all wrong.” the woman argued, “I mean look at this…” she turned, gesturing around, “it’s all wrong.” she complained loudly.

“What’s wrong with it, they’re just boxes.” I argued bluntly, “And it is your responsibility to unload your things and put them in display, not the Guardians.”

“Thank you!” Thomas announced boldly, “That’s what I have been trying to tell her.” he gestured at the woman, while glancing down at Yzavela.

“Look Ma’am…” I added, “the Guardians aren’t slaves, and if you’re going to be here, or continue coming here, surely you know that yes?” I tilted my head, receiving a nod and huff in reply, “Good, see? Was that so hard?!” I mocked, then turned away with Thomas, “What do you say you and I get a drink?” I looked at him.

“Oh yes.” he agreed. Walking with her toward the pub, he listened as she spoke about her relationship with Anthony, stating that they had both agreed to hold off the wedding until after the war is over, if or when it happens, “I see, makes sense really.” he nodded, holding the door open for her.

“Believe me Thomas, it’s not because I don’t want to marry him…” I turned to him, “I love him and I want to more than anything but it’s just not what we need to be thinking about right now, you know?”

“Completely.” Thomas nodded, “He’s mentioned it to me, and even though Louisa is too excited for her own good…” he grinned with an affection in his dark eyes for his wife, “she too understands, even though she’s been working nonstop on your dress and his tux.”

“Dress and tux?” I wondered curiously.

Realizing that he might have ruined the surprise, Thomas sighed.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” he grinned, “Sorry.” he elegantly offered her a chair, pulling it away from the table.

“No, that’s okay.” I accepted the chair, “I haven’t even thought about it to be honest.” I reached for the menu, scanning all of the drinks.

“Well, Tony has.” Thomas rasped softly, “I’ve never seen him like this before, not with any woman.” he looked at her, then glanced at the menu.

Biting my lip, I glanced down at the ring that sparkled on my finger. I smiled then realized where I needed to be in that moment. Laying the menu on the table, I stood, knowing I needed to just live my life, and enjoy every moment.

“Um, I’m sorry Thomas, but…” I pushed the chair back against the table, “I just realized that there’s something that I have to do. Order anything you want, I’ll cover the tab.” I stepped around the table, patting his shoulder.

“No need, but thank you.” Thomas reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Watching as she backed away, he shook his head.

Smiling, knowing that he knew where I wanted to be, I nodded then slipped outside into the street.

“Mm-hmm, yup.” Thomas scanned the menu.

Walking through RP&V making my way toward the Giovanni shop, I stood outside, glancing through the window, watching as Louisa and Anthony shared a moment of laughter as she added the finishing touches to the fit of the sleek, black steampunk suit. Quietly entering through the front door, trying not to alert them by the bell above my head, I slowly veered around the nearest racks then caught Louisa’s gaze and just as she stuck a pin through the fabric, Anthony yelped loudly feeling the needle prick his skin.

“Louisa, che diavolo, che male!” Anthony cursed, stating that it hurt.

“Sorry.” the Italian woman rubbed his arm, “Slippery little things.”

“Mm.” Anthony moaned with a frown. Glancing at his reflection, he turned, adjusting the jacket, offering his opinion to the way the collar folded then closing his eyes, catching another scent in the shop, he let out a deep growl, knowing it all too well, a scent that drove him wild. Opening his eyes, looking into the mirror, he watched as Yzavela inconspicuously skimmed through the racks of clothing, “Louisa, are we done?” he glanced at her.

“Si, si…” Louisa waved her hands around, then leaned in, pointing at him, “and no hanky-panky in the dressing room, hmm?” she knew he sensed Yzavela’s presence.

Anthony smiled then turned, quickly stepping off the small block.

Walking by, shifting through the racks of incredible clothes all hand sewn and stitched by both Thomas and Louisa’s hands, I could see Anthony following my path on the other side of the rack. Offering him a flirtatious smile and twitch my left eyebrow, I received a sexy smile in reply. Making it to the end of the aisle, he swiftly but gently pulled me into one of the dressing rooms. Laughing softly, I watched as he locked the door then turned to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, before he leaned in, kissing me passionately as if he hadn’t seen me in ages. As my back pressed against the wall, rattling a few empty hangers, we shared a chuckle before his hands ran down my back and hips, wanting me.

“What brought this on?” I purred, running my hands down his chest, admiring the steampunk suit, “And this is very nice, very Anthony.” I looked up into his dark eyes that quickly turned yellow with lust.

“Do I ever need a reason?” he growled softly, leaning in, kissing her neck. Listening to her soft moans and squeaks, while her hands felt his waist, he pulled away, looking down at her, combing her hair back behind her ears, “And now that you’re here, smelling so sweet, how can I let you go?” he grinned, then leaning in to kiss her again but she gently pushed him away.

“Ah-ah, no hanky-panky in the dressing room, remember?” I teased, slowly unbuttoning the suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders, gently tossing it on the seat next to us.

“It’s not like Louisa hasn’t had a little hanky-panky with Thomas while the shop was closed.” Anthony slurred his words.

“I don’t even want to know.” I giggled softly, feeling his hands grip my waist, lifting me. Wrapping my legs around his waist and placing my hands on his shoulders, I moaned feeling him press me against the wall, rattling the hangers.

Removing his shirt, throwing it away, he then leaned his hands on the wall beside her, looking into her dark, lustful eyes that sparked with a faint dancing flame.

Biting my lip, running my hands down his chest, they reached toward the waistband of his fitted trousers that accentuated his lower frame. Unbuttoning the top button, ripping at the zipper, I wanted him as I moaned softly, squeaking almost, feeling his hands running up my thighs then beneath my blouse, feeling my waist. Reaching for his lips, we were moments away from making the dressing room our bedroom, steaming passionately, when Louisa knocked on the door, interrupting our heated, sexual urges.

Breaking our kiss, we glanced at the door.

“Just…a moment!” I panted, gently pushing Anthony back, feeling his lips kissing my neck. Hearing the Italian woman knocking firmly on the door, I watched as Anthony leered toward the door with his yellow eyes, releasing a deep growl, “Talk about bad timing?” I let out a deep sigh, running my hands down his chest before jumping down, adjusting my blouse, extinguishing my steam.

“What are you doing to me?” Anthony rasped softly, leaning against her, “I’ve never done this before, I’ve never felt this way.” he smiled.

“That’s what love does, I suppose.” I bit my lip, looking up at him.

Growling once more, pulling her close, he kissed her again longingly, then pulled away, glancing at the door, hearing Louisa’s persistent, and loud, knocks.

“Aye, we’re coming Louisa!” he growled, then turned reaching for his shirt and jacket. Quickly buttoning his shirt, holding the jacket in hand, he unlocked the door, swinging it open, gazing at Louisa who stood with her arms folded, “What!?” he shrugged.

“Mm-mm.” she moaned then offered them a brief wink, before she reached for the jacket, “Does this fit?”

“Yes.” Anthony nodded, “Perfectly.”

“Excellent.” Louisa nodded, then continuing to shake her head, she turned away, leaving Anthony and Yzavela standing there with their red faces of embarrassment and flustered emotions.

“I can’t believe we almost did that.” I giggled, looking up at Anthony, holding onto him.

“That’s what love does, I suppose.” he teased, taking her hand, “Let’s go home, hmm?” he urged her down the aisle, “Goodnight, Louisa.” he waved toward his sister-in-law.

“Goodnight!” she waved, then laughed softly, leaning on the counter. Moments later, Thomas came in, closing the shop for the evening. As she greeted him with a kiss, she told him about the little moment between Anthony and Yzavela, “They’re young and passionate, I find it rather sweet, don’t you?” she looked at Thomas.

“I’m happy for them both, but right now…” Thomas walked around the counter, standing behind her, “I could think of better things to be talking about.” he leaned in, wrapping his arms around her waist, breathing heavily in her ear close to her neck, “Like this…” his raspy voice purred words in her ear, “and this…” he continued.

Louisa groaned, biting her lip, then turned, looking into deeply into Thomas’ dark eyes. Sharing a flirtatious smile, she leaned in, placing her hands on his shoulders, before her arms wrapped around his neck. Feeling his hands caressing her back, holding her closely, she then let out a faint squeak as he swept her into his arms, carrying her into the back room where a small bed lay, used for late nights in cases when they couldn’t make it home.

“What…” she panted, undressing Thomas quickly, “brought this on, not that I’m not complaining.”

“Does it matter?” Thomas huffed, lifting her the hem of her dress, “I want you, I missed you.”

Smiling widely, Louisa had no objection and hadn’t seen this side of Thomas in a long time, perhaps seeing Anthony and Yzavela share moments of spontaneous affection, it didn’t matter. Their sex life was not dead and that night, they shared their own passion before it turned into a moment of laughter as they rolled off the bed during a heated switch of positions.

Returning to the dwelling, Anthony and I sat with my mom in the lounge, telling her about the Jinn, while Zanzabarr and Abraxas laid by my feet.

“Wow, they sound fascinating.” Lady D praised, “I wonder how old they are, I mean Molock was six thousand years old.”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll find out.” I advised, looking at her then I noticed the time, “I don’t know why but all of this talk about Jinn is making me tired so I’m going to bed.” I stood, snapping at the wolf and dragon, gesturing upstairs, “Mommy, I love you.” I leaned in and placed a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Love you too.” Lady D patted her daughter’s arm, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Ma-ma.” Anthony nodded, offering a charming grin.

“Goodnight.” she called out, watching as he followed her daughter up the stairs. Shaking her head with a smile, she stood, returning her teacup to the kitchen. Rinsing it quickly, she placed it on the tray then returned to her room, locking the door.