Chapter 38: The House

HANNAH

Clasping Vazar’s hand in mine, I refused to let go. Seeing him coming towards me in the foyer was a relief only someone in love could understand. After our reunion, Vazar introduced me to his parents.

His dad was a tall man, large in size whereas his mum was roughly my height. Both had salt and pepper hair that was cut beautifully, but what astounded me was their youthful skin. Stretched as if they were in their twenties, Vazar’s parents wouldn’t look out of place on a magazine cover.

Together we all materialized from the foyer out into the open expanse of the jinn world. I found myself at the foot of a hill. The hill wasn’t like the grassy human hills we have at home, but it looked as if was made from a soft purple and gold sand that shimmered under the warm glow of the sun. A stone path, carved into wide steps meandered up the slope and disappeared around the various buildings that dotted this side of the hill.