Mæra's POV
As I prepared everything to mix in my bowl, I couldn’t hold back myself from asking “Why this kind of wish? You could ask for anything in the world: money, fame, title. And here you are asking to make you forget someone.”
He stayed silent for a few minutes, pondering over my question. When his lips moved and he opened his mouth to speak his mind, a hard expression washed over his face and he grunted an annoyed, “Not your business.”
Well, he was right, it was not my business, but it was my life that was about to be sacrificed to grant him his wish. I bet he didn’t even know that, but I had no intentions of enlightening him. There was no use for that. Looking at his stone-cold face, I noticed he wouldn't mind killing me by himself if I wasn't the one giving him what he wanted
