She headed downstairs and raided the cabinets. The frozen meats would take too long to thaw so she had to settle for a bologna and roast beef wrap. The rest of the roast beef she ate by itself. Her stomach still roared but not as loud.
Ever since Bonding with Stone and making love with him- Samosa’s nails remained a coal black and sharp- her appetite picked up tremendously. Already she began having dreams of eating small possums, mice and cats.
Stone in his invisible form was down in the garden house outside. He said he needed space. So Samosa ignored him. She ignored him for three nights. Ever since he told her they need to stay from each other. She was becoming sick or something like that. He slept in his room and she slept in one of the other opulent rooms in the house. She returned to the room she had painted yellow with a landscape scene of ducks in a sky blue pond right beneath the window. This room faced West where more sunlight seemed to spill on a good sunny day like today.
She hadn’t been in a sunny mood lately so this room cheered her up a bit. With its flat screen television hanging up over a washed white entertainment center and the sofa that turned into a bed when needed was perfect.
As soon as she sat down and turned on the television she felt him there.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“About what,” she turned to a channel. Then another. Another.
“I want you to be normal again. Us being together is damaging you.”
“I am fine, Stone.” She shut the TV off and folded her legs under her. Purposely(or not) revealing her smooth inner thigh and bare feet. She had the cutest, smallest feet in Stone’s opinion.
“There is no way I am going to have you suffer for me, Samosa. I won’t have it. I found a possible solution for us; because I haven’t been feeling well myself.”
Samosa’s face took on that of a concerned woman for her man. She didn’t know how this was hurting him too. She felt foolish. Selfish.
Growl.
Grr.
“How so? How are you feeling?”
“I’m nauseous most days and been feeling a bit depressed. I talked to an old friend of mine and we concurred that my jinni powers being stripped to almost nothing is probably making me weak.”
“What? Oh no.” Samosa wanted to touch him. He was close to her now. She felt the barest of touches, like a graceful wind on her cheek just then. “Did you know this would be a result of your curse?”
“No. I knew I would become a Nightwalker, but the sickness and depression I never guessed were part of the deal.”
“We need to do something then.”
“There is a solution and it is something that neither of us would agree to even under good circumstances.”
“Tell me,” Samosa looked where she thought he might be. She was kind of accurate though, facing the guest room door.
“Marriage.”
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Marriage was the stupidest idea Korin could have come up with. Just because he was on this whole philosophical religious trip didn’t mean Stone had to be. When he met his old friend for drinks last night and told him about Samosa, he was expecting something different. Korin was definitely a thinker who was unique and the only jinni whose eyes could turn color with every mood, every weather. He was also as eye catching as Stone so they had their days of competing for the females.
However, the picture of Samosa on the cell phone showed Korin one thing: That Samosa was indeed Turning which is what happens when a human soul is tainted. It is kind of like a tug of war. Human souls are plugged into Something before they die and a genie can taint it all he wants but to possess it…that was different. The human psyche couldn’t handle that kind of warfare and so they become greedy little urchins who could not stop feeding. Worse case scenarios involved anything from cannibalisms and other homicides to suicides, or forever stuck in a mental prison.
Even then, those cases were rare. Stone highly regarded Korin’s expertise, especially now since Stone could not even report to the Grand Marid anymore. His powers to grant anyone else wishes besides Samosa were over and he was nauseously invisible in daylight.
Korin explained that marriage would seal the Bond and make their souls whole, united. This is because a whole new covenant would be formed and Stone will no longer be a slave to anyone. Possibly.
He didn’t mind being a slave to Samosa though. Even now she sat pouty with her large eyes looking at him strangely.
“Marriage?” She repeated.
“I don’t like the idea and am looking into other solutions. I just know we both can’t go on like this.”
“Demons and humans weren’t meant to unite.”
Ouch.
Stone took her icy hands. “I’m not that bad. I mean, I do care for you Sam.”
“But our love is literally killing us. I mean. I’m not sure I want to even walk down the aisle again.”
“And you know me,” he rubbed a thumb under her chin. “I just don’t do those things. Korin is another story though.”
“He’s a married jinni?”
“No. He’s kind of reformed. I think.”
“So, I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
“We do.”
“But I don’t want to talk,” she said huskily and bit her bottom lip. Stone wanted to kiss her and fist her hair of unruly curls around his hand so bad- but couldn’t in this form. She was the only one for him. Made perfectly for him.