“A fire Djinn!” The Banker grinned, wide and too white to be real, circling around as Morgiana leapt to Alibaba’s side. “And we were sure Merhdad’s power was Light. Who ever heard of a Djinn of Fire putting flames out…?”
They knew-? Blade in hand, Alibaba flinched back. This isn’t just a trap for Sinbad!
From the bookshelves, darkness exploded.
Without Morgiana, he’d have been snared in an instant. As it was he couldn’t think, just slice and stab and call fire to lick over any tendril that threatened to drag her down-
The Seal on black metal shimmered, fire fading back to a simple knife.
A deep, too-hearty chuckle, as darkness whipped around helpless steel. “Oh my, now we’ve got-”
Alibaba dropped to his knees, gasping; still feeling the chill that had radiated from black bindings. Morgiana was shaking beside him, as if she’d been left out in desert frost.
Sinbad drove his blade deeper into the Banker’s white robes, a golden heat-shimmer swirling about steel; teeth bared in a snarl as no blood bloomed. “If there’s one thing I’ve always hated about your kind, it’s that you can’t leave innocents alone.”