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Authors: Laura Catherine

Djinn

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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chater Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

About the Author

Thanks

Coming Soon...

 

 

 

 

 

 

DJINN

 

Laura Catherine

Djinn

 

Copyright © Laura Catherine 2013

All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced, scanned, electronically shared or uploaded without permission of the author.

 

Editor: Lauren Mckellar

Cover Design: Phat Puppy Art

Ebook Formatting:
White Hot Ebook Formatting

 

The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

For more information visit:

www.quillwielder.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedication

 

To Lyall and my Mum.

This book would not be possible without your love and support.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Malcolm Lockhart drove down the stretch of windy road at breakneck speed. His black Commodore was near invisible in the dark and he wished he could drive with the headlights off so no one would see him at all, but in this storm he couldn't take risks—not with his precious package in the backseat.

The night was a near hurricane with wind stripping the trees of their branches, throwing them hundreds of yards away. The rain came down in sheets like curtains flowing over the earth, beautiful and dangerous.

Malcolm spun the wheel sharply to turn a corner. The car skidded on the wet surface and his hands gripped the wheel his white knuckles showing. He regained control, but his grip remained tight and his breathing unsteady as he slowed the engine just a little and cursed the storm for slowing him down. Malcolm's gaze was caught by the reflection in the rear view mirror, the small golden eyes staring up at him from the back seat.

Kyra was barely two-years-old. Her tiny fingers grasped the edges of the yellow woolen blanket she was wrapped in, as snug as a glove. She stared at Malcolm with glimmering golden eyes and he couldn't help but notice how much she looked like her mother. The same eyes, the same dark brown locks and pale complexion: his little Kyra.

"Don't worry, kiddo," Malcolm said. "We'll get out of this."

He tore his eyes from Kyra and flicked them back to the road ahead.

"Shit!"

A figure appeared like a ghost from the darkness in front of the car, illuminated only by the car's headlights. Malcolm hit the brakes, pushing back into his seat as if he might somehow merge with the cushioned space that was protecting him. He swerved in time to miss the man who seemed unfazed by almost being run over. The car skidded along the wet road and, as hard as Malcolm tried, he couldn't avoid the oncoming tree.

 

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Malcolm's eyes fluttered open as drops of water fell from the twisted metal of the car above him. He'd hit the tree with enough force to total the front. The windscreen was shattered, barely held in place. Malcolm groaned; his right leg ached from the tear down his calf. Blood pooled with the rain on the car floor but Malcolm's thoughts were not for his own safety; his thoughts were for Kyra.

He squirmed, craning his neck Most of the damage was located in the front of the car with just some broken glass on the back seat. Broken glass, but no Kyra.

Malcolm's heart jumped. The back door was wide open, rain splattering the leather seats.

Malcolm yanked at his seatbelt until he tore it from the holster and pushed open the door, only to have it fall off its hinges with a loud
clunk
. He crawled from the wreckage on his stomach, not wanting to put weight on his injured leg. Leaning against the car, Malcolm glanced around, but the rain was too heavy to see anything further than a few feet away. Malcolm had to get on his feet and search for Kyra, but he knew he had to fix his leg first.

He ripped the right leg of his tattered pants off and tied it just under the knee to stop the blood flow. Water soaked his hair and dripped down his brow, but Malcolm ignored it and focused on his task. He tore his shirtsleeves at the shoulder and wrapped them around the deep gash on his calf. The cloth stained with blood and he winced, but he could move now, and he had to find Kyra.

Malcolm grabbed hold of the car and pulled himself to his feet, wiping his face with a bloodied hand. He tested his leg, putting pressure on it; he couldn't stand too well, but he would fight through the pain to get her back. His face was a smudged mess of blood and mud; wild, like a savage. Hobbling up the muddy bank, Malcolm was filled with sheer determination. Nothing would stop him. Nothing.

"Where's Ivan?" called a gritty male voice.

Malcolm could just see the figure that had caused him to run off the road a few feet ahead of him. He was dressed in a black trench coat, and had his phone held to his ear with one hand, and Kyra wrapped up in his other. Kyra wailed like any scared two-year-old would, despite the stranger bobbing her slightly in an attempt to settle her. It was clear the stranger's main concern was the phone call.

"Hurry up and bring the car around. I'm catching a chill," he continued. "Yes, I've got the girl … Him? He's lying unconscious and bleeding in the car. Don't worry."

Malcolm clawed at the earth, dragging himself forward. He picked up speed, knowing reinforcements were not far off. He sneaked behind the man who was too busy to notice him and put one grubby hand on Kyra's bundled blanket, smudging the bright yellow.

Malcolm grabbed Kyra's blanket with one hand to ensure she wouldn't fall and reeled back then swung, punching the man with a clenched fist. The man moaned, holding his nose as blood streamed down over his lips. The phone was lost to the darkness with a clatter and Kyra landed safely in Malcolm's arms.

Malcolm hobbled back to the car to put some distance between them and buy some time. Sliding the last few feet, he arrived and placed Kyra in the back seat after sweeping the broken glass away. He looked into her golden eyes and wondered if she recognised him with all the mud and blood. His question was answered by Kyra's sniffles silencing.

"That's my girl," he said.

Pain exploded in Malcolm's nose as he was pushed from behind, head slamming into the car frame. His nose was broken, the hot metallic taste of blood was in his mouth.

He spun and caught the man's fist mid-punch. Malcolm gritted his teeth, a wild survivalist feeling rising inside him. He swung back at the man, but missed by inches.

"Give her up, Malcolm," the man shouted over the rain. He was about his age with black hair, pointed face and broad shoulders. He didn't know him from a stranger in the street.

"You can't have her," Malcolm growled back.

They each struggled to hold the other back, pushing with a battle of strength and will. Malcolm knew he would win, he had to—there was no other choice, and the thought drove him to push harder.

The man fell, landing in the mud, and struggled to stand again. Malcolm didn't let him recover and dove straight in for a tackle. They wrestled, black mud mixing with crimson blood and rain. They were covered, head to toe.

The man held Malcolm down with hands on his throat. Malcolm choked against the strong grip, feeling every wisp of air slip away. His hand slapped the ground in search of something, anything. It landed on a long piece of twisted car metal. His fingers curled around the end and, in a last ditch effort, he swung it.

He stopped moving, his eyes bulging in a death stare. His grip loosened and Malcolm's eyes followed from his own hand, to the metal, to the man's head.

He jerked his weapon back, but it was stuck tight in the man's skull. Malcolm released it, realising what he had done and tried to squirm free. The lifeless body toppled to the ground, but he continued to stare at Malcolm with dead eyes. Malcolm did his best to avoid the gaze but it was burned into his memory.

Malcolm's bloodstained hands shook as he turned them over, every inch covered in red. He had never killed anyone before, let alone with his bare hands. They trembled and he slowly clenched them, but it didn't seem to help. The images replayed in his mind, over and over, as if he was trying to make sense of what had happened, but he pulled the thoughts away when he saw the flash of headlights approaching.

He rubbed his hands on his pants, getting rid of most of the blood, and ran back to the car wreck to scoop up Kyra. Thank god she hadn't seen what he had done. He held her close to his chest and crouched a short way away from the wreckage in a tangle of bushes. The blue Mercedes approached, stopping where the skid marks ran off the road. Two men exited from the passenger side and back seat.

"Where's Grant?" one shouted.

"I don't know? We lost connection." The other man pressed buttons on his phone and threw his arms up, groaning. "Piece of crap."

"That idiot!" Malcolm recognised Ivan's voice; it always held that slight hint of anger. "I know this has to do with Malcolm. Grant should have killed him."

"Look down there." The other man pointed to the skid marks.

They followed the tracks to the edge of the road, stepping with caution and watchful eyes. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the wreckage of the car.

"Let's check it out," Ivan said.

Malcolm watched them move until they were out of sight. He needed to get away from these people, and their car was his only chance for escape.

He scooped up a handful of mud and smeared it over Kyra's blanket to hide the rest of bright yellow colour. He moved in the shadows, working his way around the back of the car, and leaned against the boot. The red parking lights glowed on his face.

Malcolm knew his plan had to be preformed with precision. He placed Kyra by the back wheel. Rain fell on her nose and she twitched.

"Stay here," he said and kissed her forehead. Crouched by the driver's side, Malcolm took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He yanked open the door, catching the driver by surprise. Malcolm grabbed the man's head and slammed it against the steering wheel once, twice, three times. The third time he hit the horn and a burst of sound ripped through the night.

Malcolm popped his head over the top of the car, but he couldn't see the other men through the rain. Surely, they'd heard the horn. He pulled the unconscious driver from the seat and threw him to the road. Malcolm scooped up Kyra and strapped her into the passenger seat, the low rumble of the engine causing her eyelids to droop.

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