"Can you be freed?" Wesley directed her question to Anissa.
She was only bound to answer her master, so Anissa simply looked down at her hands.
"Anissa." David's voice made her look up at him. That was a mistake. A woman - or a Djinni - could drown in the depths of his bright blue eyes. "Please answer them. We're only trying to help you."
Drawing a deep breath, Anissa nodded. She looked up at the other couple and chose her words with care. "It is possible. But it is not practical. He would be far better served to make his wishes and send me back to the box."
"Why isn't it practical?" Wesley kicked off her high heels and folded her long, fishnet-clad legs up under her in the chair. Anissa couldn't help but envy the taller woman's easy grace.
"Releasing me takes a full three wishes. The
