Aladdin snorts and slides down a bit, until the sandy ridge blocks the camp from view. “He’s been tracking me for two weeks,ever since I left Parthenia. Not that I can blame him, really. He’s after this.” Aladdin tosses the ring and catches it with one hand.
I raise a brow. “You stole it from him.”
His eyes are hard as diamonds, glittering in the starlight. A change passes over his face, and he suddenly seems older, harder, angrier. Like a cloud crossing the sun, so fleeting I nearly miss it, but it turns me cold.
“Zahra, if I wished for someone to die, could you do it?”
Outwardly, I am stone, but inside I rock like a stormy sea. I loathe this wish more than almost any other. It is cruel and cowardly, and I reevaluate this boy thief. There is a darkness in him I hadn’t seen. “I could do it, but the price will be high.”
He swallows, his eyes deep and haunted. “What’s the price?”
“I don’t know. But you’ll find out soon enough, I think. Will you wish this Darian dead?”
“He deserves it,” Aladdin whispers.
“Then what are you waiting for? Go on,Master.Say the words. Wish a man’s life away.”
He averts his gaze. “You don’t have to put it like that.”
“Isn’t it the truth?” I stand up and walk to the top of the dune, sending a river of sand running down the side. Aladdin, panicking, gestures for me to get down.
So he wants to make a death wish, does he? Wants me to do his dirty work, taking out his enemies while he sits in the shadows? Not if I have anything to say about it. I stand in full view of the camp below and say loudly, “Here we are, Aladdin. Now is your chance. Say the words—it isn’t hard.I wish, I wish...”
“Zahra! Get down!”
But it’s too late. I’ve been seen. The men below start shouting,and their steel sings as they pull it from their sheaths. They call for me to stop.
Aladdin hurries to the top of the dune, bundling his cloak under one arm so that it doesn’t tangle his legs. With his other hand he pulls the lamp from his belt.
“You insane creature!” He skids to a halt, cursing at the sight of the men as they hastily mount their horses. “And to think I was starting tolikeyou!”
I sweep a hand through the air. “There he is. Your mortal enemy! So go on. Make the wish!”
“I—” He meets my eyes, his face drained of color.
“What are youwaitingfor?”
Below us, the men turn their horses toward us. They’re led by the prince, who’s wielding a curving scimitar.
“Aladdin. They’re nearly on us! You’d better make up your mind!”
He looks from the soldiers to me, his mouth open but no wish on his tongue. Ignoring the men galloping toward us, I seize Aladdin’s cloak and pull him close. His panicked gaze locks with mine.
“Decide,” I say. “Decidenow. What kind of man are you? Are you really the sort who wishes death on his enemies from the shadows?”
“I wish...” He stops, licks his lower lip.
“Zahra, get down!”
Aladdin throws himself across me, and an arrow that had been speeding toward my heart strikes him in the shoulder. With a cry he falls, sliding down the dune, and the lamp tumbles from his grasp.
In an instant, I lose control of my body. My flesh turns to smoke,and I am sucked through the air, pulled into the lamp’s spout, and dumped at the bottom. There I swirl around and around, scarlet smoke, throwing my sixth sense as far and wide as I can.
My lamp has rolled to the bottom of the dune, near Aladdin. He scrambles toward me, and I feel the pain of his shoulder radiating from him in hot, angry spikes. But before he can reach me, they are upon us. With a pounding of hooves the riders swarm around us, their camels heaving and blowing foam. They are all indistinct shapes hovering around me, sensed rather than seen, as I push myself to my limits to follow the events as they rapidly unfold.
The riders circle us and shout over one another excitedly, maintaining a small distance from the lamp and herding Aladdin away from it. He curses them, and I sense him swaying with pain from his wounded shoulder.
“Silence!” thunders a voice.
