Chapter 20
The woman inhaled from her cigarette. “Okay. Good thing to know, but why the hell should I care?”
“You implied he was my property.”
“Yeah so? Djinn don’t exist in the physical world unless they have an owner.” She cast a long, appraising look at Riadh. “You have a name?”
“I am Riadh.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Summer Azhdaha. How ‘bout you?” She gestured toward Dale.
“Dale Edinger.”
“Okay, introductions are made. If you ever find yourself in need of some good incense, look me up.” She slowly climbed down from where she sat on the top of the table and began to amble toward a dusty SUV on the opposite side of the parking lot. She stopped to grind out her cigarette in the gravel.
“Ms. Azhdaha?” Dale called.
“Yup?”
“Is that it? You tell me you know I’m traveling with a djinn and you just walk away?”
“Yeah. Got a problem with that?” She turned to face him.
“Who are you? Or maybe I should ask what are you?”