Zet by Ingrid Seymour

Author:Ingrid Seymour [Seymour, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Young Adult
Goodreads: 35159868
Publisher: PenDreams
Published: 2017-07-12T05:00:00+00:00

5

Three days!

I opened my eyes to the world only three days after leaving my last master behind. In and out faster than ever before.

This meant Boris was dead. Ironically, he didn’t get much time to enjoy his gold. I couldn’t say I was surprised, though I was glad.

My body took shape, automatically adopting the form I had worn as a human. The manner of clothing I summoned was the same I had used with Boris. Since Spain, I hadn’t fully acquainted myself with the times to learn the manner of dress preferred by those around my perpetual human age of seventeen.

A pang of surprise hit me as the bitter taste of a strange magic assaulted my senses. The scent was faintly familiar.

I looked around, restraining my magic and instinct to flee. I was in a dark forest, surrounded by massive trees at all flanks. Bugs chirped and small rodents scurried under the brush. No human was present. My magic told me that much. All I could sense was the chilling kind of magic that clung to the air like the stench from a dumpster.

A Djinn was here, hidden, invisible—the same one that had been at Gorky Central Park while I watched Boris kill his ex-wife.

But how had I come out of the stone if there was no human in sight? Djinn don’t bleed and blood is needed to release me.

“Show yourself,” I commanded.

Nothing.

My heart raced uselessly. It didn’t even need to beat, but it still functioned as if on automatic pilot. I didn’t bother to stop it. These emotions—no matter how human—kept me sharp.

“What do you want with me?” My voice echoed through the forest, bouncing against the trees and sending a few small animals scurrying for their burrows.

“How would you like to be free forever?” A disembodied voice said. It had a female quality to it, but just barely. Its deep thine was edged and graveled as if with disuse.

Free forever?!

My heart beat faster, but I shook my head, denying the anticipation that made it beat so. I couldn’t be free. I was a slave, a cursed prisoner. There was no hope for me, and I wouldn’t let it take shape—not so it could be dashed to pieces once I was abruptly sucked back into the stone.

“Your heart likes the idea,” the voice said.

“I have no interest in games. Show yourself!”

“Very well.”

A small wind picked up at the base of a large tree. Dry leaves flew up in the air, making a small tornado. Twigs and dirt joined them as the whirlwind grew upward until it formed a funnel as tall as me.

Atop the mass of twirling debris, a naked torso slowly materialized. The arms and the head formed next, followed by a mass of white, long hair. The creature’s skin was black and polished like the surface of a grand piano. The face was a monstrosity of sharp features and glowing, emerald eyes. A long chin jutted forward, while a long hooked nose descended to nearly touch it with its tip.

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