Jacquelyn reached up on her toes and pressed her lips to his, but she didn’t linger, which made him growl. She chuckled. “I thought you had an important phone call to make to some djinn elders.”
“After,” he said, his voice full of the heat that his body was feeling. He pulled his phone from his pocket while he held his Luna's entrancing stare.
“We’ve been waiting to hear from you,” Synica said after two rings. “After everything that happened with the warlock queen and Myanin, we knew it was just a matter of time.”
“It’s been quiet,” Fane said, and then added, “too quiet. But I will not wish for war if there is another way.”
“Do you think there is another way?” Synica asked.
“With the rogues,” Fane said, “yes. With the Order? No. The Order will need to be crushed entirely. Not even the
