He took a drink of his coffee, eyeing me over the rim. Reluctance filled his eyes, and I thought maybe he had changed his mind. But then he spoke:
“Since we just got back three days ago, I don’t have much to tell you.” He paused and set his mug down. “Ameerah is a dark spirit. Last night was the first time I’ve met her. She heard what Aosoth had done and knew I’d do everything in my power to make her pay for trying to kill you. Ameerah knows Aosoth and detests her. She also knows Aosoth is right now in the--”
“Sahara Desert,” I said, enjoying the shocked look on his face.
“How did you--”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.” I gestured for him to continue.
“Anyway,” he said, his gaze still holding mine, “she made a vow to herself to get Aosoth back for killing her girlfriend.”
“But she’s a dark spirit,” I said, hearing the protest in my voice. I rested my elbows on the table and wrapped my hands around the back of my neck, narrowing my eyes.
“I know, but not all dark spirits are evil or want to claim earth as their own. Yes, they’re hedonistic and mischievous but when one of their kind betrays them, they’ll stop at nothing to make that entity suffer.”
“How do you know you can trust her?” I wasn’t sure about this and hoped he knew what he was doing. I mean, what if she was in league with Aosoth, but pretended otherwise, just to trap Nathan and get him out of the way?
A confident smile formed on his face. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been observing dark spirits for a very long time. Not all of them believe in the same thing. Therefore, they cluster with the ones who share the same ideals. Ameerah, may be a dark spirit, but she’s not as dark as most of them and neither are her friends.”
“Do her friends know about this?”
“No, but I did warn her if she betrays me, I’d bring hell’s fury down upon her.”
“What did she do when you said that?”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Her face became pale, and sweat broke out across her forehead. She assured me she’d never violate my trust or cause you any harm. Then she confided if her friends knew about her dealings with me, they’d try to keep her away.”
“Because they’re scared of you?”
“Right.” He smiled.
I remembered what he told me months ago that if he had to, he could be just as conniving as the dark spirits. And with the knowledge he gained through ancient writings, and his homemade incantations, a lot of the dark spirits stayed clear of him. But there were some who hated him and would like to see him suffer.
“What’s your plan then?”
“Ameerah is going to keep an eye on Aosoth. When Aosoth fully regains her energy, Ameerah will call me. Then she’ll let me know when Aosoth is alone.”
“What are you going to do?” I took a sip of my coffee, hoping he would let me in on his plan.
“I’m still working the details out on that one.” He leaned forward, and my breath caught in my throat when an intense expression suddenly entered his face. Slowly I set my mug down. “But when the time comes, I prefer you didn’t see it.”
I looked away, wondering what he would do to her, and felt a little disappointed he hadn’t devised a plan yet. He had all summer to think about it. Unless, he had but didn’t want to share it with me . . .
I didn’t know what to think but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. When we were on the island, we were in a different frame of mind and didn’t have time to plot revenge let alone discuss about Solomon’s ring and incantations. I did learn Nathan knew Morse Code, which I did too. He was impressed when I told him that, but before I could show or tell him how I knew it, Anwar interrupted us. From then on, Anwar monopolized most of my time, and Nathan was right there with us, pretending to be my opponent so I could practice my fighting skills on someone. Anwar would stand there, instructing me on how to do