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details become distorted or changed each time it was rewritten. The grimoire you have, I can only assume its contents are thousands of years old but it has been rewritten, revised if you will, dozens of times over.
    Each revision, each rewriting has made it less accurate.” He stopped pacing and looked her straight in the eye. “Those few inaccuracies can change the result of the spell enough that instead of summoning a Djinn you instead call upon anything ranging from an Infrit to a high ranking demon.”
    “So I have summoned a...” She waited for him to fill in the blank for her.
    “Seriously, do I look like a demon to you?”
    She shrugged. How would she know, the whole thing had backfired on her and now she was at the mercy of some entity she knew nothing about.
    He made a snorting sound as he gave her a disgusted look. “I am not a demon.
    Demons are distasteful beings, I can assure you of that. They live for the death and destruction of not only humankind but all other entities for that matter.” He lifted his chin, pulling himself up to his full height, "I witch, am an Infrit."
    An Infrit. She had heard many not-so-pleasant stories which involved Infrits. They were considered the worst kind of Djinn. Stronger and more ruthless then a normal Djinn, as legend had it, they had turned their backs on God and now stood only to serve themselves, indulging in their every desire without fear of consequence.
    If she could find a way to get out of this alive, how could she possibly ever convince such a creature to help her?

Chapter 2
    Tony watched the witch as she sat silently in the middle of the protective circle. It was clear to see she was terrified. Terrified of him; though he guessed what was even more frightening to her was the consequence if she failed in convincing him to help her. He took another glance at the framed photo of the little boy on her mantle. The child looked like her, except with dark hair and eyes.
    He hadn’t noticed anyone resembling a father-type in the photos. When he’d browsed through her mail everything was addressed to her only. It would be reasonable to assume it was just her and the child living there.
    It was apparent the child must either be in trouble or ill. And it was evident that she was concerned with neither power nor money; those types of humans were always arrogant and cocky. He enjoyed humbling them, breaking them. Arrogant sorcerers who demanded his submission were dealt with swiftly and without mercy.
    This woman intrigued him. She was both brave and foolish. Her actions came from desperation. As he watched her, he knew she was on the verge of breaking down, but somehow she kept managing to regain her composure and attempting to fight back.
    She was a feisty little thing; he liked that.
    He also found her quite attractive, for a human. She had the scent of humanity on her that tended to turn his stomach but for some inexplicable reason he found himself intoxicated by her. He was drawn to her in a way that he hadn’t been to any female human, Djinn or Infrit; in a way he had never felt before. She had stood proud and confident as his dark eyes drank in every inch of her.
    The black robe she wore hung loosely over her body. He was certain she was naked under it; witches generally went naked under their ceremonial robes. He wished the robe would part so he could get a full view of every inch of her fair skin. He could feel himself harden at the thought of touching her. He closed his eyes and gave himself a moment to consider what it would be like to taste those warm, lush lips and kiss her long swanlike neck. The desire for her surged through him once more, causing a low growl to escape his lips.

    He sat back down in the armchair. The chair he had claimed to be his for the duration of his stay with her in this little apartment. He crossed an ankle over the opposite knee, awkwardly attempting to cover his erection. He didn’t want her realizing the effect she had on him,