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death itself. The power of the Jinn in front of him almost blew him back off his feet. Charlie felt frozen under the Jinn’s dark gaze. The Jinn was huge, even sitting down on his black marble throne. His long, silver-white hair stayed perfectly stil around his face despite the soft breeze that seemed to whisper through everyone else’s. Turquoise silk robes fel in a waterfal around him. His powerful torso was bare underneath the robes while his long, powerful legs were wrapped in the same black leather as Red and the other Jinn King.
    This was Azazil, the Sultan of al Jinn.
    Charlie didn’t need to be told that.
    The Sultan smirked cheekily at him and Charlie blinked, not sure whether he saw right or not. The blink shifted his gaze to Azazil’s left and he quickly looked away from the massive, young-looking, dark-haired Jinn who was staring at him as if he were about to eat him.
    Footsteps interrupted Charlie’s inward frantic thoughts and he looked down to see Red approach him.
    “Charlie. How are you?”
    He shrugged, pretending indifference. “I’m dealing.”
    “I’l be defending you today against my brother, The Gleaming King.” He gestured to the Jinn with the bald head.
    Charlie nodded. “Okay.”
    Sighing, as if he were already weary with the trial, Red nodded his head towards the white-haired Jinn and his companion. “That is Sultan Azazil. He is accompanied today by his Lieutenant, Prince Asmodeus.”
    Charlie resisted the urge to bite the skin around his thumb like he did when he was sitting in an exam. “Is the Sultan… you know the judge?”
    “No. Azazil watches over the trial. The Marid,” Red indicated a tal, slim man who was sitting in a sprawled out, bored position just along from Ari, “His name is Adeel: the just , the wise .”
    “He looks bored.”
    “Wel the trial hasn’t started yet.”
    “So Azazil has no say in this?”
    Red nodded in assurance, and for some reason the knowledge that the mercurial and frankly, insane , Sultan had no part in the outcome of his trial made Charlie feel better—insane or not, the guy was al-powerful.
    He shot another quick glance at Azazil. “Do I need to bow or anything?”
    Red smirked. “Only when you’re acquitted.”
    “Ooh I’m liking the confidence.” Charlie rubbed his sweaty hands down his jeans. “Confidence is key.”
    Chuckling, Red nodded and retreated.
    Sucking in a deep, controled breath, Charlie tried not to let his legs shake again. He was going to make it through this. Today did not feel like the day he was going to die.
     
    Right?
    Ari watched as Charlie was led into the amphitheater by the Shaitans, and her stomach almost bottomed out. Seeming to sense her anxious gaze, Charlie turned and caught her eye. She offered him a reassuring smile and he returned it before giving Jai a sharp nod as he headed towards the center of the floor.
    “I feel sick,” she murmured to Jai, pressing her thigh against his in comfort.
    Immediately her skin prickled, like little uncomfortable needles al over her face. Her heart literaly skipped a beat as she glanced up to find Azazil smirking at her, and Asmodeus watching her with an emotionless but somehow focused expression. She gulped and fought to restrain herself from digging her hands into Jai’s arm.
    Do you think he heard me? Azazil, I mean. Look at the way he’s looking at me.
    Probably, Jai replied softly, Let’s just stick to telepathy while we’re here, okay.
    Yeah. Okay. She shrugged off Azazil and Asmodeus’ frightening attention and glanced back at Charlie. He was shivering in the winter of the realm and Ari wondered bitterly why, if he was going to make a dumbass wish to be a sorcerer, he couldn’t have gotten the nifty temperate temperature bit of the deal. She should have brought him a sweater or something.
    Jai pressed his leg back against hers, drawing her attention. Have you thought about what we’re going to do if Red doesn’t pull this off?
    Loving that he used