The Blissful End by Lizzy Gayle

Author:Lizzy Gayle
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781648981753
Publisher: City Owl Press

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TO FREE A DJINNI

The moment I step foot on the grounds of the Vatican, all my senses sharpen, and my mind focuses solely on my mission. I cannot afford to lose a millisecond of attention to other stresses and worries. Perhaps that’s why I love this job so very much.

That and I’m damn good at it.

I’m not invisible, but I mill inside with the other tourists, hiding my face with sunglasses and a visor so that I do not appear on anyone’s radar. I conjured myself a tiny golden cross to wear on a delicate chain so that it sparkles at my clavicle. I don’t like wearing necklaces, but I thought it a nice touch considering I’m posing as a good little Catholic girl.

The only information we have on this Djinni is that they are kept inside the vault, and only the highest-ranking officials—and even then, only select ones—have access. The owner is not the Pope, nor are we certain whether he is aware of the Djinni’s existence or not. The master, from what we’ve gleaned, is an elderly bishop who has handpicked his successor and trained him.

The vault likely contains quite a bit that humans are unaware of, perhaps quite a bit we Djinn are ignorant of as well. Anticipation tingles down to my toes as I follow the throngs deep inside the maze of buildings. It’s a heady mixture of excitement along with the promise of danger and the unknown.

When the crowd thins out a bit, to the rear of a building, I reach out with my senses and find the auras of several magicians spread around the entire complex. This could be trickier than I thought. I fan out farther, pretending to stare at my phone. Beneath my feet, magic pulses, ebbs, and swells, humming through me in a rhythm something like a heartbeat. I find two magicians there, tucked inside the catacombs several levels beneath the basement. I feel more than that, though, and I wonder if it is the Djinni’s own magic or something else that calls to me. I shudder slightly and tap the screen in my hand, shooting off a quick message to Taj to let him know where I am and what is happening. It’s a precaution I feel comfortable with since the events of the year previous, when being unsure of each other’s situations caused far too much mayhem.

Satisfied, I square my shoulders, glance around for any cameras or onlookers, and go invisible before falling down through the floors below my feet until I land on the solid yet uneven rock at the bottommost level.

I land in a crouch, eyes narrowed and focused so that I can take in my surroundings and any immediate danger. What I find are walls of shelves, inlaid into the natural rock and glowing with inset lights, holding artifacts and wealth beyond imagination. Figures and vases lined with gold and encrusted with jewels sit spaced in perfect increments as far as I can see. Some I immediately identify as belonging in certain eras and geographical locations belonging to history.

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