Dave felt the blood drain from his face. His fork clanged against his plate when he dropped it. Richard the f*****g first? That was roughly eight hundred years ago. Talk about an older woman. Trying to appear calm, he picked up his fork and peered at the beauty across from him.
"So you don't age."
"Not while I am inside the box. I do during the time I spend in the mortal realm outside it."
"Then you must not get out much." She looked to be in her mid-twenties, scarcely older than most of his students.
"I was fourteen when I was first ensorcelled and bound to the box. All told since then I have probably spent close to twenty years outside."
"Fourteen?" Dave had to fight to remain seated. He ground his next words out from between clenched teeth. "And this wizard put you in the box becau
