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Epilogue
Four rotationsof the moon had passed, and things had finally settled down after the vizier’s death. The dragon’s thistle medicine had cured Ali’s dark lung. It had taken a few weeks for the genies’ power to restore to full capacity. Then they had worked their magic to create all my wishes and more. Back in Utaara, the sultan had called in all the builders in Utaara to rebuild the slums. New townhouses and apartment blocks rose from the ashes left behind by the dead creep. My heart warmed, knowing all of my neighbors would receive freshaccommodations.
I glanced around my own new home. A five-bedroom mansion by the sea with salmon-colored walls, wooden floors, high ceilings, and plenty of windows to welcome the coastal breeze. The air was thick with the scent of baked Barbari bread thanks to Dahvi’s skills in thekitchen.
Zand delivered breakfast to the table out on the deck overlooking the coast—an assortment of tapas laid out on the dish, cucumbers, feta cheese, olives, jam, and othercondiments.
“I’ll never get used to being spoiled,” I told him, giving his butt a little lovetap.
“Nor should you, my desert queen.” He laid a big one on mylips.
I grabbed his wrist where he used to wear the gold bands holding him captive to the genie lamp. Gods, I was so glad my men had stayed with me once I had released them from theirservice.
I added five plates and only two sets of utensils to the table. The genies ate with their fingers; it was their culture, so I left them to it as a little reminder ofhome.
Teacups rattled as Dahvi set them on the dinner table. Zand added the pot to a woven mat in the center of the counter. I smiled in thanks as he poured me a cup of a cinnamon-scentedbrew.
Ali and Kaza had the morning off breakfast duties and sat waiting for theirmeal.
I gave the tops of their heads a kiss before I took my seat at my usual place on the opposite side of the table away from the fireplace. It wasn’t like we needed the extra heat. Our home by the coast was warm and tropical. But my genies thrived on the fire. They claimed it stoke their inner flame and connected them to their magic. Well…what little remained after they’d sacrificed it for a life withme.
“Oh, come on,” said Kaza, with a playful punch on Ali’s upper arm. “Are you telling me there’s no special girl in yourlife?”
“Gods,” said Ali, covering his eyes. “Can you put a shirt on? I’m sick of looking at yournipples.”
I snorted, hot tea spewing from mylips.
Once I had freed them, they had thrown out their vests. They’d also taken to walking around without anything covering their chests. Didn’t bother me. I got to perv all day long. But my poor brother didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t blame him. He was young and reedy, waiting to fill out, and having three gorgeous, ripped genies living in the same house probably gave him an inferioritycomplex.
A hearty laugh rolled in Kaza’s throat as a shirt with the wordsI Love Genieson the front suddenly appeared on him. Dahvi and Zand shared a smile, plucking their own shirts out of thin air—a singlet for Zand, which showed off every muscle in his chest and arms. Gods, he may as well have been wearing nothing. Not that I was complaining. Dahvi wore a shirt similar to Kaza’s that read,GeniesRock.
That was it. I was done. I slumped over the table giggling. These four made me laugh so much. This was how things usually were during our mealtimes. At least it wasn’t boring. I’d found my soul mates, Ali had three big brothers who’d protect him just as I had, and the genies scored an even biggerfamily.
Zand sat down beside me and patted his thigh. That was my cue to sit on his lap. I did so, positioning myself sideways, and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I rested my legs on Dahvi, and he massaged myfoot.
Gods, I enjoyed beingspoiled.
Kaza stuffed a cheese-and-jam bread slice into his mouth. “Spit it out, little brother. Who’s the girl? I know there is one. I’m the lovegod.”
Everyone at the table got stitches from that one. Although, Kaza had given me his heart and had claimed me as his only mate, he was still a ladies’ man. Always charming our housekeeper, Ali’s schoolteachers, stallholders in the market… But the flirty flattery was as far as it went. That’s the way I likedit.
Gods. I rubbed a hand to my forehead. The last thing I wanted to hear about was Kaza’s past escapades with otherwomen.
Kaza winked, prompting Ali to spill thebeans.
Red pinched my poor brother’s cheeks. “Well. There isone.”
“Does she have big breasts and a small waist?” asked Zand as he munched on some bread dipped inoil.
I cleared mythroat.
“Don’t worry.” Zand ripped off a piece of lamb and patted my thighs. “She’d never compare to my desertqueen.”
Damn, I loved it when he called methat.
“Why don’t you go talk to her?” encouragedKaza.
Ali ducked his head. “She’d never look atme.”
