Wish For Me (The Djinn Order #1) Read Free

dream?
    “Honestly, Glory. There are terms to discuss and I’m bound by Djinn law to disclose them to you at the first meeting.”
    I plugged my ears and started humming. But when I stopped, all I heard was Irving still running his mouth.
    “Please,” I said, “shut up. Just stop talking. I’m trying to wake up here.”
    I heard Irving grunt. “You test my patience, human. And I promise you, I do not have much of it.”
    I ripped the covers from over my head to glare at him. “Who gives a mighty fu—”
    There was a knock on my bedroom door.
    “Glory? Who are you talking to in there?”
    It was Ashlyn, or Ash, as I called her. What was she doing in my dream? Should I answer her?
    I didn’t.
    “Why do you not answer?” Irving whispered.
    I put a finger to my lips to shush him.
    “You wish to keep me all to yourself then, do you?”
    I ignored him. Maybe if I didn’t say anything she’d go away. Maybe he would, too.
    “I know you’re awake in there,” Ash said. She jiggled my doorknob but it was locked, like it always was. In real life, not in a dream.
    “Seriously, Glory. Is everything okay?” She started to sound panicked and a freaked-out Ash was not something I wanted to deal with right then. Her voice had already shot up a few octaves. Soon, it would hit dog whistle range and then she’d be uncontrollable.
    I sighed and pretended I wasn’t fully awake. “I’m fine, Ash. Must’ve been talking in my sleep or something.”
    “Oh.” There was a brief silence. “Okay! Night!” I heard Ash pad off to her room. I didn’t move until I heard her door close.
    Flipping back the covers, I swung my legs over side of the bed and leaned forward to stop my head from spinning. I looked up to find Irving watching me with a critical eye. But he was still there , and that was my problem.
    “I have to be fucking dreaming,” I said. My voice wavered with my building skepticism.
    “For the last time, Glory. You are not .”
    I had to be insane to believe him, but I did. Sort of. My toe still throbbed from kicking the damn vase. I pinched myself and cursed the sharp pain I felt. Dammit, I was awake.
    I rubbed the sore spot with my fingers. “Genies are real,” I mumbled.
    “And you insist on taunting me.”
    I stared up at Irving. The fucking genie . “Huh?”
    “I am a Djinn. Not a genie. I mean it, Glory St. Pierre. Do not call me a genie again.”
    “Don’t threaten me, asshole,” I growled.
    Suddenly, Irving was stretched out over me. I hadn’t even seen him move. I was lying down now. Had I fallen back or had he forced me down? I didn’t know.
    “Or you will do what, human?”
    “Get off of me,” I snarled. “ Now. ”
    I felt his muscles relax, weighing me down even more. He scowled. “Why do you smell so good? What do you call that perfume?”
    “ Soap ,” I snapped, pushing up with my hips. He pushed back and tightened his grip on my wrists. I tried to knee him in the groin, but he blocked my attempt by forcing one of his legs between mine. I was trapped, so I did the only thing there was left to do.
    I slammed my forehead into his beautiful face.
    With a curse, he grabbed his head and rolled away. The second he was off me, I leapt from the bed and grabbed a textbook from the nightstand, ready to knock his ass silly if he wanted it that way. But all Irving did was groan and hold his throbbing temples.
    His growl was deep and low. “Were you born with that head, or was it conjured by some evil sorcerer?”
    I laughed breathlessly. “My mom always did say I had a hard head.”
    “Oh yes, I know this saying. And hard heads make for…soft asses .” His gaze drifted downward. I followed it and realized all I had on was a pair of panties with my tank. I would have covered myself, but I thought, why? Irving had already seen everything.
    “Stop gawking, Irving, damn. ”
    Irving snorted and cringed as though it hurt. “The women of my kind sleep naked, so you are nothing special. Except for