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credit. Most men wouldn’t adapt as fast.”
    “He’s an opportunist.”
    “You should admire that. It’s meant he survived.”
    She refused to ask about David’s background. The men who controlled her bottle weren’t people to her—they were “masters,” vile and despised.
    “I studied Solomon’s original curse,” Andrew said. “It’s recorded in the heavenly archives.”
    Cali shrugged and rewrapped the pashmina, signaling her disinterest.
    “It included protection for the human owner of a djinni bottle. The djinni can’t kill him. All you can do is twist David’s wishes against him, setting them up to hurt him. You can’t actually attack him.”
    Frustrating but true. “There is an upside,” she countered. “If I’m not an immediate danger to David, you’ve no reason to hang around.”
    “Do I unsettle you?”
    She didn’t trust the intimate tone. “I just don’t like an audience.”
    Andrew laughed. “Think of David. He suspects you’re watching his every move—which you are.”
    “Will you tell him the details of Solomon’s curse?” She fidgeted with her bangles as Andrew frowned at her. It would have been easier to accept the quick affirmative she’d expected.
    “I seldom reveal my presence to my charges,” he said finally.
    “Is that what you call them, the people you look after? Charges?”
    Sadness shifted across his expression and vanished. “It’s a distancing name, isn’t it? Charges, not people or souls. I’m tired.”
    “So take a holiday,” she said flippantly. It scared her to be trusted with this personal insight. Then she realized what she’d said and grinned. “Take the holiday now. I’ll take care of David.”
    Andrew’s expressionless mask fractured. He returned her grin. “Very clever, love. But not bloody likely.”
    Humor made his square face startlingly attractive. Cali shook off the thought. “Been visiting Britain, love?” She mocked his word choice.
    “I visit everywhere. And maybe I simply like calling you ‘love.’”
    The casual comment froze her. “I’m a djinni, Andrew. No one calls me ‘love.’”
    “I’m a natural rule breaker.”
    “You don’t look it.” She recalled the angel self he’d revealed on the beach. The image superimposed itself on his current army fatigues. Either way, he looked uncompromising, a guardian to the core of his being.
    Abruptly, she wearied of the conversation.
    “Good night, Andrew.” She whisked into her bottle.
    “Good night, Cali love.” His voice followed her. “Breakfast is at 6 a.m.”
    She blew a raspberry he couldn’t possibly hear, angel powers or not.
    “Or don’t you want to see the locals marvel at your castle? Or watch David try to answer their questions?”
    Well, actually she did. And the locals were early risers. They would be babbling and marveling about the castle’s restoration. Her work. It was good work too.
    “Besides.” Andrew’s voice teased across her nerves. “David’s going to have an unexpected visitor.”
    She listened for more, but he was silent. She popped her head out of the bottle. David’s room was empty. Andrew had gone.
    “Damn the angel.” Now she’d lost him and David. Where had they gone? She thought about pursuing them and decided it would give Andrew too much satisfaction.
    “Imagine calling me ‘love,’” she grumbled. “Love.” The word wrapped around her, whispering of dreams that had died long ago. Faded dreams like pressed rose petals.

Chapter Four
    “I want to speak to David Saqr and I intend to speak to him. And if you touch me, so help me I’ll break your arm.” The woman was no taller than a twelve-year-old boy, her dark hair cut in a short bob that highlighted almond eyes and a passionate mouth. She wore a long loose shirt over faded jeans and her boots were scuffed but clean. The watch on her left wrist was expensive.
    Cali turned to Andrew. “Who is she?”
    They were having a picnic breakfast on the castle ramparts.