Free Wish For Me (The Djinn Order #1) by A. Star Page A

down!”
    He grinned. “If you say so.”
    I just shook my head at him. “So what’s with the get-up, Djinn boy?”
    “What get-up?” he replied, smiling at the server who had been overly attentive the entire meal. It was for Irving’s benefit only, though, I was sure of that. He had captured the attention of most of the women in the restaurant, not that he noticed.
    “The clothes,” I said. “You’re not in your usual gear today.”
    Irving smiled. “Look closer, Glory. I am wearing what I always wear.”
    I frowned, but stared at him anyway. For a moment, nothing happened. Then his silhouette flickered, fading out, then back in. I saw the leather duster framing his magnificent body and the goggles sitting atop his head, ready to be slid into place at any moment. I imagined he was wearing his leather pants and boots too, but they were hidden beneath the table.
    “That’s too cool,” I breathed. “It’s a glamour.”
    Irving nodded. “I’m a bit of a sloth. Would rather glamour myself than actually change my attire.”
    I laughed. “In that case, I wish I had the ability to glamour myself.”
    Irving’s head snapped in my direction. His eyes glowed a violent purple, almost as though he was in a trance. His entire body stiffened and his head slowly bowed to me.
    “Irving…what the—” I thought about what I’d said and realized what I had just done. Oh shit…
    “ Your wish is my command, ” he said, his voice sounding a million miles away.
    “Irving, no. I didn’t mean—”
    Remembering the rules for wishing, I knew it was too late. I felt something warm slip over my body, like a ray of sunlight, making me tingle all over and break out in a light sweat.
    I gasped a breath and waited for something else crazy to happen. But nothing did and after a few moments, Irving’s eyes returned to normal. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed our little exchange, but no one was paying us any attention.
    “What have you done, Glory St. Pierre?” Irving growled, clutching the sides of the table.
    My mouth flapped open, but I had no words. No explanation.
    “You have done a very bad thing.”
    “It—It was an accident!”
    Irving leaned forward. “You have just made yourself a target!”
    “A target?”
    “Yes. For the League of the Black Cloud.”
    The hunters? “I don’t understand.”
    “We must leave.” Irving looked up and gestured to our server who hurried over and practically bowed at Irving’s feet. I wanted to kick the bitch in the head, but I was still a bit too stunned to move.
    Irving paid the bill and then grabbed my arm to escort me from the restaurant. I barely had time to grab my bag, which held his Chronolier. Irving hailed a cab, since that was how we had traveled to the restaurant, and practically pushed me inside.
    “Where are we going?” I asked. I tossed a smile at the cab driver, but I didn’t mean it. Irving gave the driver our destination. It was my college campus.
    “Why are we going there?”
    Irving ignored me. I didn’t ask again.
    When we arrived at campus, Irving paid the cabbie and tipped him extra to erase his navigation system. The driver hesitated but couldn’t resist a one hundred dollar tip that I swore Irving made appear out of nowhere.
    The campus was dark and abandoned, of course, except for the weekend security, but we easily avoided them. Irving practically dragged me to a secluded part of campus between the Arts & Sciences and Music buildings. He came to a stop and forced me to turn and face him.
    “Use it,” he demanded, dropping his glamour and revealing the Djinn I was used to seeing.
    “Use what?” My voice shook a little bit.
    Irving grunted. “Your glamour, Glory. Make me see what is not really there.”
    “How the hell do I do that?”
    Irving didn’t respond and I realized he wanted me to figure it out.
    So I just imagined it. I imagined myself as Queen Elizabeth I. The fiery red wig, white makeup, and elaborate frock. I willed