Hannah is a young British-Pakistani girl living in East London. Her strict household makes it difficult for her to escape from the pressure of being a good daughter. One such pressure leads her on a fairy-tale romance with a guy she meets at the British Museum. He ticks all the boxes except one. He isn't human. He belongs to the realm of Jinns. 
Hannah soon discovers the guy she's falling in love with is a prisoner, bound to an ancient vase for 1000 years for a crime that wasn't entirely his fault. To release the love of her life from his sentence, Hannah must embark on a dangerous journey that will not only break her away from her own family but will also attract the attention of entities in the Jinn world that should never have learned how far a human will go to save the Jinn she loves. 

Don't Say the Jinn Word

Someone was carrying me. The motion of being rocked ruthlessly, pulled me from a cotton-candy sleep that I longed to get back to. I woke up with birds squealing overhead and the bright morning sun shining in my eyes. Forcing them open, I peeked up through my lashes at one of the henchmen carrying me in his arms. I lifted my head and was surprised to see that we were on a beach. 


Soft sand and small rocks crunched underneath my carrier’s feet. His long strides jarred me even more, forcing me to become alert, until I was fully lucid.


“Let me go!” I kicked my feet in the air.


The henchman grunted and immediately stopped walking.


“It’s okay. Put her down. You know what to do if she runs,” Harry sung cheerfully from somewhere up ahead.


My feet sank into the airy sand and I righted myself with as much dignity as I could muster. “Where are we?” I looked around for Vazar.


He was up ahead with Harry. Next to me were the two henchmen and waited for Harry’s orders to keep moving.


Chapter 34: The Portal