Smelly And Gross

I closed my eyes, trying to sense the bond, but detecting nothing. "No," I admitted. Christopher had believed we were meant to be together. Now Laeddin might be tied to me forever. Where did that leave Troy and me? Suddenly, being free of Laeddin was the only thing that mattered and I blurted out the words, "I wish you free. You are no longer required to serve me, genie of the lamp." I was proud of the way I worded my wish. But as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized my selfishness. I didn't want him to be my servant, but I needed him to help me defeat Sharra.

His eyes grew big. He knew my mistake too. "Why?" he asked.

Nothing could be done as the black tribal tattoos around his wrists shimmered a moment before returning to normal.