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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior

... could hurt this Djinn, imbuing his blade with the truth of stone. Kyle's blade slammed into the column of water, cutting it. Pain howled through the water. Kyle's blade burned gold. The water flowed around Kyle, coalescing back into Makerah. The Unbound struggled to stand, his chest gashed open, blood welling from the wound. The Marid's face was twisted in surprise, his eyes fixed in disbelief at the sword. “Surrender, Kyle,” his mother called out, her voice beautiful and harsh. “Or I will slit your pretty, little wife's throat.” Kyle froze, turning around. His mother had seized a fistful of Christy's brown hair, hauling the unmoving woman up. The sinuous dagger was at Christy's throat, right beneath the half-gold, half-silver necklace she now wore. It was a snake biting its own tail. Uroborous. The same type of necklace that had immobilized Aaliyah when she was captured by the witches weeks ago. “Mom?” Kyle gaped. “You have such a pretty wife,” his mom purred. “I would hate to have to kill my daughter-in-law, Kyle.” Kyle left the groaning Makerah behind, striding towards his mom, peering into her dark eyes. “Are you still under Burke's spell? Fight it. Like you did in Burke's office. You know Christy. She's been my girlfriend for months. You cannot harm her. Let her go and I can save you.” “Stop there, son,” she hissed. “Your mother is under my power,” Rashid declared. “I knew you would try such trickery. I was ready for your duplicity, Kyle.” Kyle fixed the Sultan of the ...

... Hidden People with angry eyes. “Release my mother! Now!” “Or what?” the Sultan sneered. “You'll kill me.” “There is no one between us. I could cut you down in two steps.” “And then I would kill your wife,” his mother declared. “You wouldn't want her pretty blood on your head.” “Surrender Kyle. The terms I offer are still in place. Submit to my rule and I shall allow your wife Aaliyah to rule the Jann. She may keep the rest of your harem in her household. You shall have the privilege of living in my palace, as my honored guest, for the reminder of your natural life. You shall not be harmed. I will even permit you the companionship of Christy.” “It seems like a fair deal,” his mom said. “You have always been a good boy that listened to me. Put your sword down and I won't kill her.” Aaliyah, I wish me and Christy were back with you. His wish went unanswered. He was surrounded by the sapphire walls of the throne room. Fear roiled through Kyle, mixing with his anger. He wanted to charge up at Rashid and cut the smug, old man down. He hated the triumph burning in the Sultan's eyes. He could end all of this. He could charge up there and slice the smug, evil bastard open. He just had to be strong. As hard as granite. As unyielding as the mountains. I just have to let Christy die. He turned to his mother, staring into her beautiful face. There was another way he could save his wife. His mother was dominated by Rashid. She was practically dead anyways. He had mourned her once, he could ...