"Your djinn and I got along very well, and we have a very positive developing relationship," William informed Gabe decorously. He smiled into his teacup and added, "I think you're just jealous that your djinn likes me better."
None of which was particularly truthful, or actually anything remotely resembling the point. "Was I right?" William asked, setting the cup back into its saucer with a gentle clink. "Had the wards been corrupted? It felt like..." Like Dark magic, primarily, but more than that; like something that hadn't belonged there. Not foreign, not the way Gabe was foreign and his magic was sometimes surprising and exciting, but something else. Something ugly. He gave up on trying to put it into words. "It didn't feel like you."