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him to make him hate us so much? And why did he feel he was allowed to take it out on me ? In my opinion, it seemed like he wasn’t even really aware of what he was doing. But then again, maybe he was. Irving seemed pretty smart, and it was hard for me to believe that this Djinn had spent the last thousand years treating all of his masters as though they were the scum of the Earth. Someone would have punched the bastard in the face by now and let him know what’s up. Maybe that would be me.
    As soon as class let out, I was out of the door and storming down the hall. To my annoyance, Irving followed close behind and called my name a few times. I ignored him, but by the fifth “Glory” I could sense that Irving knew something was up. I slipped down a side hallway so he could confront me without making a scene. Something told me he would have if he had to.
    I stopped and turned to finally face him. He came to a stop in front of me and wasted no time getting to the point.
    “You are angry with me,” he said, his accent sharper than normal. “Why?”
    I glared. “Because you’re an asshole. Because you stand there and look down on me and pass judgment, and you don’t even fucking know me.”
    “I have history with your kind, Glory St. Pierre. I bet I know you better than you know yourself.”
    “No, you think you know me, but you don’t! And how dare you group all humans together as though we’re not individuals with our own minds and desires?”
    “Because humans are all the same!” he exclaimed. “Even your historical guru presents the evidence. Your kind, no matter which part of this realm they are from, are greedy and selfish, and have a history of enslaving and murdering inferior people and taking whatever they cannot persuade one to give to them. That is your kind. The Djinn do not make it their mission to conquer and divide entire nations, nor would we ever force them into slavery or to submit to us. Yes, we will defend our realm with everything we possess, but we do not seek to dominate and rule the universe. That. Is. Your . Kind.”
    I stared up at Irving and nearly got lost in his blazing amethyst eyes. But my anger kept me focused. “I don’t deny that humans are flawed beyond words, but that doesn’t justify you treating me as though I don’t deserve respect because I’m one of them. It’s rude and unfair, and as long as you keep that frame of mind, we’re never going to make this work!”
    “Make what work?” Irving lowered his head to bring us closer. “What are we trying to make work, Glory?”
    “This.” I gestured between us. “You and me. Master and Djinn. I get it, you know. I understand why you hate us, but I didn’t make the rules that say this is the way things are supposed to be between us and you shouldn’t treat me as though I did.”
    Irving took a step back and shook his head. “You do not know what you are talking about.”
    “Yes, I do and I understand. You hate being a Djinn and granting wishes, and—”
    Irving’s hand shot out to grab my arm, effectively cutting off my words. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You do not know what you are talking about, human. Not at all.”
    “Let me go, Irving,” I said through clenched teeth. “Right the fuck now.”
    He released me, but I could tell he hadn’t wanted to. I examined my arm even though Irving had barely been squeezing hard enough to do any damage. Still, the fact that he’d felt he had the right to touch me in that way pissed me the hell off. I swore right then that if he ever tried it again, he would bid farewell to the hand committing the offense.
    Irving knew he had made a mistake, too, but he didn’t apologize for it. “Are you going to make a wish today?”
    I laughed at the nerve of this Djinn. “No.”
    “Then may I leave?”
    I laughed again, but this time out of frustration. “Sure. Run away again.”
    He snorted. “I am not running away from you. You pose no threat to me.”
    “Are