“Right, sure.” Vigo grins and raises his eyebrows at me, then slaps Aladdin on the shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, man!”
He heads off, and I let out the long breath I’d been holding.
“Well?” Aladdin turns to me. “What’s wrong? Why didn’t you want to go?”
“I—” Taken aback, I flounder a bit. “You told him no, just because I didn’t want to go?”
“We’re in this together, aren’t we, Smoky?” He gives me a crooked, bemused smile.
“But . . . you’re the Lampholder. Whatever you say goes. I don’t have a choice.”
He laughs, and I frown at him in surprise. “You think it’s funny?” I ask.
“No! Sorry. I should probably say how awful it is you have to go wherever I want, but . . . When I look at you, I see a jinni who’s not afraid to tell me what she thinks. Who isn’t afraid to disagree with me. If I make a wish, you could use it to crush me. You’ve done it before, haven’t you? Ruined your masters with their own wishes?”
I lift a shoulder in begrudging agreement.
“I don’t think you’re as helpless as you want people to think.”
“What does that mean?”
Aladdin stares at me for a long moment, then says softly, “When I was little, and the guards would come around and beat my father until he paid them off, my grandmother used to take me onto the roof of our house so I didn’t have to watch. I asked her why my father resisted the guards when they always won in the end. Why didn’t he just save himself the pain and pay them what they wanted? She told me that sometimes, you can’t choose what happens to you, but you can choose who you become because of it. That’s why my father fought back. He knew in the end, it wouldn’t change anything. But he wouldn’t let the circumstances control who he was.” His eyes turn stormy. “I always thought there’s no freedom in fighting back—just death. What’s the point of fighting for a lost cause? You’re like my father. You fight back.”
“And you think I’m a fool for it?”
“No. I think . . . you’re brave.”
“Brave?” I choke out a laugh. “Are you forgetting who I am? Or why your people hide inside these walls, fearing the jinn? I am the—what do your songs say?—the Fair Betrayer. Tell me, O Master, what is brave about betraying someone you love?”
“Love?”
I freeze, wondering how I could have been so foolish as to let the word slip. But it’s too late now. I glare at Aladdin, as if it were his fault, as if he’d tricked me into unveiling my secret.
“Forget about it,” I mutter.
“What happened that day? Did you really betray that queen and start this war?”
“Yes, I did.” Though not in the way he imagines. I loved you, Habiba, and in doing so, I betrayed you. The rules were clear, the cost inevitable. Even so, I was arrogant, thinking myself so clever to befriend a human and dream of peace between our races. I thought I was above the law that held all jinn captive, imagined I could bridge the chasm that had separated man and jinn since the dawn of this world. But I learned my lesson, at the cost of you, your people, your city. And the consequences of my foolishness are still echoing through the centuries.
I slip behind Aladdin, retreating from any further prying on his part. Soon, I will have rescued Zhian, and Nardukha will grant me my freedom.
And once I am free to run, not even the shadows of the past will be able to catch me.
Chapter Twelve
ANOTHER WEEK PASSES. The moon is nearly full. I have yet to find any sign of Zhian.
I am growing desperate.
Aladdin is passed around the court like an exotic pet, from this clique to that, invited to games of cards and camel races. I trail after him, feeding him bits of etiquette when I can, but soon find he doesn’t need it. He told me he was adaptable, but I underestimated him. He blends in perfectly, his manners charming, his conversation fascinating.
“Shall I tell you the story of how I and my two brothers stole a roc’s egg?” he tells a group of young noblewomen one night over a game of dice and tiles. They giggle eagerly, and he launches into a ridiculous story. I stand behind Aladdin, as usual, ready to fetch him wine or whatever else he fancies. As his tale grows wilder and wilder, I watch the faces of his listeners as they move from wonder to shock to horror.