Ari, duck! Jai yelled telepathically, and Ari’s reflexes kicked in instantly. She hit the floor, chin down, eyes raised as she watched the knife hiss through the air and imbed itself in the wall inches from Jai’s head. Ari rolled onto her back and jarred her hands forward, palm outwards, sending two bolts of defensive magic out toward the Qarin. The guy-next-door-looking Jinn whipped to the side to avoid Ari’s attack and stepped right into Jai’s magic. The handful of ember he’d sent, seconds after Ari’s, hit with the force of a freight train. The Qarin’s body lifted off the ground and slammed through the paper thin wall of the house in small town, Milwaukee.
Ari scrambled to her feet.
“You okay?” Jai asked sharply as he strode past her, his body automatically shoving her behind him despite the countless times she’d told him to stop doing that.