Will Choose: Djinn, #1.5

By Laura Catherine

Will loves Kyra, but he know he can never be with her. He is Guardjinn and she is Djinn. Their love is forbidden.

He has a duty to his people. Will is a palace guard and after the Blooders attacked he is needed more than ever.

Will knows he should stay away from Kyra, but then why does he keep ending up at her house, watching her from a distance?

A choice is coming.

Love or duty?

What will Will choose?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laura Catherine
• Release date: Jul 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516377879

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

EVEN THOUGH I believed I had made the right decision in that moment, kissing Kyra made me want to take it back. I held her as we sat in the Queen’s study and every fibre of my being prickled under her touch. Our lips moved together in salty and sweet kisses that made me long for more.

I pulled away and turned off my ability to feel. It was the only way I was going to restrain myself. The sensation of Kyra’s hands on my neck turned numb and faded into nothing. I had only mastered control of my ability in the last few weeks. Now I could turn my sense of touch on and off like a light.

Sitting next to Kyra was almost enough to make me forget about our current situation. The Djinn compound had been attacked by Blooders, crazy people who craved our abilities so much they’d kidnap and murder us for our blood. Blooders had never breached the compound before and we were almost overrun but for Guardjinn like me, servants of the Djinn, fighting them off.

I have to go, I said to her. I’ll send a healer to check on you.

Will … Kyra whispered.

Rest, I said and left her alone.

Jack called as I shut the door to the study. Will, where have you been? We need help.

Jack was about half a head taller than me with twice the muscles and a lot less hair. He had been my instructor when I train to be a Guardjinn. He had recently been promoted to head of the palace guard after the old head retired. It was a position he greatly deserved.

He wore a suit that matched my own, but a large clawed slash cut across his at the stomach. Blood stained the fabric, but the wound was closed over enough that it wouldn’t kill him. He’d obviously seen a healer.

Just bringing a Djinn to safety, I replied. She needs a healer.

Jack nodded and barked orders at another Guardjinn.

What’s the situation? I asked as we moved back toward the ballroom.

Guardjinn are out driving the Blooders from the compound and rescuing anyone they can, Jack said, running a hand over his shaved head, but we are spread thin. We need to regroup and do a sweep of the compound to make sure there aren’t any Blooders hiding, but there are so many injured and we need to protect the Queen …

I am not your concern, Queen Celeste said, appearing from inside the ballroom. Her dress was ripped and there were cuts on her arms. Her lips were pursed as if she was in pain, but she held her head high.

Your Highness, Jack said with a bow I copied.

Ridding the compound of the Blooders is your top priority, she said. The safety of our people comes first.

Yes, your Majesty. I’ll organise groups to work their way out from the palace to the outer fence.

While they’re out, they should search for where the Blooders got in, I suggested.

Good idea, William, the Queen agreed.

Consider it done, Jack replied and disappeared to organise the Guardjinn.

William, a moment please, the Queen said, as I attempted to follow Jack.

We will need every Guardjinn to search the compound, I said, fearing the look in her eyes.

It wasn’t widely known what happened between Kyra and I over the last month, but I knew Queen Celeste was clued in. She was a clever woman even without her psychic abilities, but she believed in equal rights so she hadn’t said anything.

How is Kyra? she asked.

Resting, I replied. She had a head injury from the battle, but she will recover.

I’m glad. I am also pleased with you for protecting her. She is a very special girl.

Special. The word caught me and I couldn’t help but think about Kyra losing control of her ability after Pyke had been murdered before our eyes. She had burned with such fury it had been hard to calm her down.

Pyke’s face flashed in my mind and I pushed it aside. I didn’t have the luxury of thinking about him now.

May I go back to work? I asked.

Of course, the Queen said, her eyelids drooping.

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