Anissa gazed in horror at the man in the bed. This couldn't be happening. Not now, not when she'd sensed her rescuer so close for so long. This burly, shaggy, bearded creature lounging idly abed bore no resemblance to the hero of her dreams. But she was bound to him, bound by the geas of the box. She forced out the ritual words.
"Your humble servant is here to grant the three wishes of your choosing, oh, master. You may command me with the words, Slave, it is my wish."
"Un-f*****g believable!"
Wide blue eyes stared back at Anissa from under the bushy red-brown brows. Well, he wasn't particularly articulate but the eyes weren't half bad. She could almost see the clockwork mechanism turning in his head as he tried to comprehend his good fortune. She knew that magic had become increasingly
