Essence Of Evil

Cam and I hung out for several more hours. After he left, I went upstairs to change into my PJ's.

Gatsby said we would talk later. He needed a way to get in, so I opened the window. Before I had a chance to open a book, he jumped into my room.

"The boy seems to be doing better. You really are a good friend, Jasmine." He hopped on my bed and curled into a ball.

"Um, thanks." I fluffed some pillows and stuffed them behind my back. Gatsby appeared to have fallen asleep. I cleared my throat. "Are you going to tell me about the demura?"

His eyes blinked open. "I suppose I should."

I crossed my legs and sat forward.

"I'm actually surprised your genie friend didn't tell you about them."

"Why is that?" I suddenly felt a little sick. Had Laeddin brought the demura to Salem?

"Well, because a demura is the essence of an evil genie." He blinked several times, waiting for that bit of news to sink in.