Heat Stroke

by Rachel Caine

Previously

  My name is Joanne Baldwin, and I used to control the weather.

  No, really. I was a member of the Weather Wardens. You probably aren't personally acquainted with them, but they keep you from getting fried by lightning (mostly), swept away by floods (sometimes), killed by tornadoes (occasionally). We try to do all that stuff. Sometimes we even succeed.

  But I ran into something bad-something that threatened to destroy me from the inside out-and when the Wardens turned against me too, I ran for my life. I spent a memorable week looking for a man named Lewis Levander Orwell, who I thought just might be able to save my life. I picked up a friend named David along the way, who turned out to be way more then he seemed.

  I found Lewis. It didn't help. I died.

  Luckily for me, David didn't let it end there. But now I'm still on the run-only now I'm one of them. A Djinn.

  At least I still have a really fast car. . . .