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“sh.” I lay a finger across his lips. “don’t say it. You will marry caspida, and you will learn to love each other. You will live a happy life, long after my lamp has passed to new hands.”
“i won’t make my third wish,” he says. “that’s the answer! if I don’t make the wish, you can stay here in the palace for as long as you want. You’ll never have to go back to your lamp. We can fight off anyone who tries to take you from me.
“you say you couldn’t live with yourself if anything happened to caspida. Yet you ask me to live with myself, knowing I sentenced you to this!” he holds up the lamp. “what’s the difference?”
i look away angrily. “the difference is that this is my choice, aladdin.”
“well, it’s a stupid choice!”
i stand up. “promise me you’ll go through with it.”
he shuts his eyes.
“promise me! please!”
he opens his eyes then, and they are filled with pain. But he nods.
“i have to hear you say it.”
i bury my hands in his dark hair, fingers knotting around those thick locks. Desire pulls at my stomach, and I lean into him, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. He lifts me, and my other leg coils around him, my skirts sliding up my thighs, my back pressed against the column.
his lips are soft and warm and gentle, underlined with barely restrained urgency. I cannot get enough of him. I pull his kurta over his head and let it fall on the floor. I press my hands against his bared chest, feel his heart against my palm, his lungs rising and falling. His shoulder is knotted with the scar from the arrow he took for me. He kisses me again, this time more strongly, and I run my hands down his jaw and neck, over his shoulders, the taut muscles of his back.
he turns, without letting me go or breaking our kiss, and we tumble onto the soft divan. Aladdin holds himself over me, his abdomen clenched and his hair hanging across his forehead. His lips wander downward, to my chin, to the curve of my jaw, to my neck.
my hands are ravenous, exploring the planes and angles of his body. His fingers find mine, and our hands knit together. He raises them over my head, pressing them into the pillow beneath my hair, as his kisses trace my collarbone, and then he sinks lower, parting the buttons of my dress and pressing his lips to my bare stomach.
i gasp and open my eyes wide, my borrowed body coursing with sensations I have never felt, never dared to feel, never thought I could feel.
“aladdin,” I murmur. “we shouldn’t . . .”
“sh.” he silences me with a kiss, and I lift my chin to meet him. A warm wind rushes through my body, stirring embers and setting them aflame. I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to think about consequences. I only want aladdin, everywhere.
the princess stands still as stone, her face unreadable. “why not, prince rahzad?”
“i am sorry,” he replies. “the truth is, I am in love, but not with you.”
he turns to me, and my spirit takes flight like a flock of doves, startled and erratic. I cannot move, cannot speak, as he takes my hands in his and looks me earnestly in the eye. He presses the ring into my palm, and the gold feels as if it burns my skin.
“this belongs to you, and you alone. I’ve been so blind, zahra. So caught up in the past that i’ve failed to see what’s happening in front of me. I’ve been such an idiot, I don’t know how I can expect anything from you. But I have to try. I have to tell the truth, and the truth is . . . I love you.
but before he could think of some way of changing the subject- or staying on this one- the girl had found a pole of her own and leapt nimbly across to him. Far, far more gracefully than he had. Her robes swirled around her as she landed like a queen of the djinn alighting on the golden sands on the desert.
“i learn pretty quickly,” she said with mock haughtiness.
aladdin was once again speechless. What sort of rich girl was this? one who could leap like a mountain goat and play crazy at a moment’s notice? who had never seen poverty before and now, confronted with it, thought about it quietly rather than making rash statements? who didn’t care that aladdin was a thief, except when he applied different standards to her?
he was a loner, not a hermit; he had known other girls. Morgiana the shadow, abanbanu the tailor’s daughter, nefret with the strange green eyes, who came from the desert when the moon was new to trade trinkets from faraway lands.
none of them was like this girl.
“all I want is you,” I reply. I turn and kiss him, pulling him against me, feeling the warmth of the dawn in my hair. Then I rest my head on his shoulder, simply feeling his arms around me, his heart beating against me.
“are you cold?” asks aladdin. “you’re shivering.”
“i’ll go get a blanket. And breakfast. If I can find the kitchen.”
“galley, love. It’s called a galley.”
“right. Galley. Got it. I’ll ask the captain. What was his name?”
“sinbad, I think?”
“i’ll be right back.”
but I catch his hand. “i’m all right. Don’t go yet.”
he stays with me, and together we watch the sun stain the sea and sky a thousand and one shades of gold. My thumb rubs the ring on my finger, its dents and contours as familiar to me now as my hand.
so this is what it feels like to have all your wishes come true.
“i can’t accept that.”
“how can you just give up? how can you say that?” his eyes light up, and he takes the lamp from his sash and grips it so tightly his knuckles whiten. “earlier, before you kissed me, I was about to wish for your freedom.”
i leap to my feet. “aladdin, you must not do that. You must never even think it!”
“why is that so bad? you’d be free.”
“it’s called the forbidden wish for a reason!”
“by whom? nardukha? let him come. I have a few things i’d like to say to him.”
“i forbid it. Aladdin. If anything we have done together means anything to you, please, please trust me now. Don’t make that wish. It is the worst wish you can make. It is—it will break my heart.”
“what is it?” he asks softly. “what is it you’re not telling me? what happens if I wish for your freedom?”
i stand trembling, the words clawing at my throat, until I can hold them back no more.
“like all wishes, the forbidden wish comes at a price. My freedom must be bought with a death, a life paid in sacrifice. And I will not let you make that sacrifice, not for me.
“caspida is . . . Different. She reminds me of someone, someone i’d give my life for if I could.”
“the queen?” he asks. “the one who died?”
“roshana. My dear ro.” my voice is soft as a ripple on the water. “she once ruled the amulens, and caspida is her descendant. She has roshana’s strength of spirit, and I cannot look at her without thinking of my old friend. If she were to come to harm on my account . . . I could not bear that through the centuries.” I already carry a mountain of shame, a constant reminder of that day on mount tissia.
aladdin lifts a hand and brushes the hair back from my face. “you truly are remarkable, zahra of the lamp.
he catches his breath, swallowing hard. “and do you always follow the rules?”
“i—” casting my gaze skyward, I draw a deep breath, searching for words among the stars. “it’s not about that. Do you know what kind of destruction we would cause? have you not heard the story of your own people, how their city was destroyed, how thousands died? it was not hate that sparked the war between your people and mine, aladdin. It was love. I held hands with roshana the wise and called her sister, and those words set our world on fire!”
there it is. My greatest shame, laid bare. The truth lies between us like broken glass. Surely now he sees what I truly am: a betrayer, a monster, an enemy. Aladdin stares at me, his face softening.
“that wasn’t your fault,” he says. “loving someone is never wrong. And like you said, it’s not a choice. It just happens, and we’re all helpless in its power.”
“that doesn’t change the fact that the consequences are disastrous. As the poets say, shake hands with a jinni, and you shake hands with death.
he takes my face in his hands. “i’m not. I’m not sorry I met you. I’m not sorry I fell in love with you. I have no regrets, zahra, and neither should you. I love you.
aladdin stares at me, and in his eyes is pity. “i’ve been making myself miserable my whole life,” he says softly. “i convinced myself long ago that if I could get revenge on sulifer, I could finally move on. That I could erase the memory of the day my parents died, when I held their severed heads and watched their blood run in the gutters. But as you say, here I am, a step away from that vengeance—and it has soured on my tongue. I don’t want it anymore.”
he sighs and looks up at the sky, as if searching for words among the stars. “you don’t make me miserable, zahra. I do that to myself, because i’m too weak, too afraid to admit that it isn’t sulifer i’m angry at—it’s me. My parents were killed because of me. The day before they were executed, I was caught by the guards for stealing an earring, and when they found out who I was, sulifer had me whipped until I told him where my parents were. And after they were dead, he gave me back the earring as payment for turning my mother and father over to him.” lowering his gaze to meet mine, he brushes his fingers over the ring in his ear. “i’ve worn it every day since, to remind myself that nothing—nothing—is worth betraying someone you love.
the captain of the guard dragged idris forward. Faysal then ripped away his shirt, and aminah gasped. Angry scars laced his bare chest, some of the burns still crusted and weeping. Tears tumbled down aminah’s face, but idris did not raise his head to see them. “forgive me” he mumered.
i stare at him. His jaw tightens, his eyes steely with determination that frightens me to my core. A cloud drifts across the face of the crescent moon, and the courtyard darkens. Here and there, the grass is still bent where aladdin and I danced just hours earlier. I drop my gaze and glare at it, shaking from head to toe.
“don’t say it, aladdin. Don’t you even think it.” dread rises in me like a storm cloud, dark and menacing.
aladdin moves closer. He takes my hands. His skin is warm and crackling with energy, setting me on fire.
“i have one wish left,” he murmurs. “and this one is for you.”
“no, aladdin! don’t speak it. Don’t make the forbidden wish. The cost—”
“damn the cost. Zahra, I wish—”
i stop him with a kiss.
because it is the first thing I think of to stop the terrible words. Because he fills me with light and hope and deep, deep fear. Because I have been longing to for days.
“i was born on the island kingdom of ghedda,” I whisper. This is a story I never told even to you, habiba. I tell it now only because I cannot bear to leave him without the truth, knowing only half of me. I raise my head and meet his eyes. “that was more than four thousand years ago. I was the eldest daughter of a wise and generous king.”
aladdin stares at me, his eyes soft and curious, encouraging me to go on.
“when I was seventeen, I became queen of ghedda. In those days, the jinn were greater in number, and the shaitan held greater sway over the realms of men. He demanded we offer him twenty maidens and twenty warriors in sacrifice, in return for fair seas and lucrative trade. I was young and proud and desired, above all else, to be a fair ruler. I would not bow to his wishes, so he shook our island until it began to fall into the sea.”
i shudder, and aladdin draws me closer.
“i climbed to the alomb at the top of the mountain of tongues, and there offered myself to the shaitan, if he would only save my city from the sea.” my voice falls to a whisper, little more than a ripple on the water. “so he took me and made me jinn and put me in the lamp. And then he caused the mountain of tongues to erupt, and ghedda was lost to fire. For he had sworn only to save my people from the sea, not from flame.
my name isn’t zahra. I am smoke-on-the-wind, curl-of-the-tiger’s-tail, girl-who-gives-the-stars-away.
he loves you!
he is just a mortal. Just a boy, a moment in time that will soon pass.
his name is aladdin.
i have known a thousand and one like him. I will know a thousand and one more. He is nothing.
he is everything.
“if I do,” he replies softly, “i’ll lose you.
instead, he lowers his face and softly kisses the side of my neck, his mouth trailing up to the skin behind my ear. Goose bumps break across my skin, and I turn my face to meet his lips with mine. This kiss is gentler than our last, long and slow and restrained. It is a kiss of longing. A kiss of farewell. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me against him. We drift in a slow circle, sending out ripples that make the floating flowers bob and dip.
“you keep so many secrets,” he murmurs. “i could spend the rest of my life discovering you.” he tucks my hair behind my ear, his eyes devouring my face.
but his face only brightens. “then you do feel the same.”
“we are not the same—and that is the whole point! I am not human, aladdin. Everything that was once human in me was destroyed, and I was forged into something entirely different. I’m not here to help you—i was never here to help you, or any of my masters.”
he shakes his head. “i don’t believe that.”
“it doesn’t matter what you believe,” I say bitterly. “it is what it is, and it has nothing to do with what you want.”
he walks around me, forcing me to face him. “you helped me get away from darian in the desert. You got me into the palace when you could have let them find out who I really was. You taught me to dance, for sky’s sake! you’ve had a hundred opportunities to trick me and betray me, but you don’t. You’ve helped me when I didn’t wish for it.”
“a chicken doesn’t fly like other birds, but it is still a bird.”
“zahra!” he spreads his hands, the wind ruffling his hair. “you do care. I see it when you think i’m not looking.
aladdin pulls away first and lifts one of my hands to his lips, kissing the delicate henna patterns on my skin, then turning my arm over to kiss the inside of my wrist. The ship’s crew makes themselves busy on the other side of the ship, giving us privacy.
“you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” aladdin murmurs. “have I ever told you that?”
“enough to make me wonder if your father was a parrot.
“we will be back before dawn if your stories are true, grandfather,” aladdin said, dislike for his partner growing. “and I will tip the poor boy as well.
“when your third wish is granted, you will cease to be my master. You may possess the lamp, but you cannot call me. I will return to it and await the next lampholder.”
abruptly he stands and walks across the room. When he reaches the wall, he turns and stares down at me. “so to win my revenge, I must lose you.
: I can’t kill anybody. (Cuts his head magically) So don’t ask. (Puts head back on magically)
Rule number two
: I can’t make anybody fall in love with anyone else. (Kisses Aladdin on cheek) You little, put ’em there. Rule number three!
: (Turns green) I can’t bring people back from the dead… it’s not a pretty picture. I don’t like doing it! Other than that, you got it!
aladdin plants his feet against the bottom of the pool and kicks off, pushing us upward to burst through the surface. He gasps in air and shakes the wet hair from his eyes. Without pulling away, we float in silence, and I cannot take my gaze from him. Water runs down his cheeks and lips, dripping from his jaw. A lock of his hair is stuck to his forehead, and I gently lift it away, curling it around my finger before letting it go.
“what are we doing?” he whispers, pulling me closer.
i cannot reply. I don’t trust my own voice. He brings his forehead down to rest against mine, and everything outside this pool and this moment ceases to exist. All that matters is the gentle sound of our breathing, our reflections on the water, the feel of his hands around me.