Why does a two-thousand-year-old djinn own a convenience store and spice shop in Manhattan?
The world has changed, for one thing, and Wadid isn’t proud of some of the things he’s done in the past. But really, he loves that he can help the magical community—and enhance the cooking skills and palates of some of his customers.
That’s all well and good until two gunmen burst through the front door and threaten him and one of his customers. Wadid breaks his personal code and uses his darkest ability to make them go away.
Not that it matters. Because the next person who walks through the door is the last person he would wish for.