scrubbed his hand across his jaw. Finally he said, “This isn’t helping. I don’t appreciate the joke.”
Joke! She wished.
If she could give herself a wish it would be to get back at Adara then wish herself free of her imprisonment.
The irony struck her and a wry chuckle escaped her lips. When Mark looked at her as if she’d lost her mind, she shook her head. He wouldn’t believe words.
But he would have to believe his eyes. She envisioned the flea market and blinked them to the stall where the vendor had sold her the bottle. But the market was closing for the night and most of the tents had been cleared so the land could double as a drive-in theatre.
Mark jumped and cursed. “Where are we? How’d we get here?”
Savi held out her hands. “I told you. I have magical powers.”
“How’d this happen? Have you always had them?” His eyes grew small in his face. “You kept this from me all this time? You lied?”
Her heart contracted and she shook her head. “No! I didn’t lie. I was tricked by a genie in a bottle today. First, she gave me my wish, for you to go free. Then stupidly, I wished her free…”
Savi looked down at her hated outfit and spread her hands wide. “Now, I’m the genie.”
Mark circled her and his brows tented. “You have to give me three wishes? And call me Master?”
She nodded while trying to keep from freaking out. “Yes, Master.”
A devilish grin curled Mark’s lips. “You’ll do anything I wish for?”
So far he reminded her of the man she’d known but that didn’t mean there weren’t any changes so she kept up her guard. Prison made people bitter. It turned good people into bad. It killed their hopes, dreams and souls. Would she discover he was just a shell of the man she’d known?
“Yes, Master. You want me to whisk us away somewhere no one will ever bother you again?”
Mark stared at her as if he saw demons. “I don’t know. My head’s still spinning.”
“Mine, too. I keep hoping I’ll wake up and find out all this is a bad nightmare, that it will go away.”
“A lot’s happened today, darlin’. One thing I do know is that you look ravishing in that outfit.” His steamy gaze devoured her, his eyes appreciative on the deep cleft of her breast outlined by her humiliating outfit.
He held his arms wide and walked around. He inhaled deeply. “Freedom smells awesome.”
She wished for freedom. As much as she had tried to empathise with him, she hadn’t understood the suffocation of imprisonment…until now. She reached for his hand and squeezed it. When a frisson of awareness crept up her arm she shivered. “I’m sure it does. I’m happy you’re free.”
Something dark and inscrutable flickered across his eyes. “How about we go home? Or would that waste one of my wishes?”
Since he hadn’t stated it in wish form, she fudged and blinked them to her apartment. Mark’s house had been put up on the auction block long ago. She hoped the woman who had falsely accused him would be liable for replacing all he’d lost, if only that was possible. Could she facilitate that, even if Mark didn’t wish for it? She didn’t know. All this was still so new.
She breathed a sigh of relief when they popped into her apartment. She thought they’d gotten away clean without anyone, especially Anna, seeing them.
Then she caught sight of her reflection and grimaced. How was she going to get out of her dilemma without tricking someone else? She couldn’t do that. There had to be a way.
Mark stared at her DVD player in awe, turned her MP3 player over in his hands, and ogled everything that was new. “I have a lot to get used to. I feel like I was in hibernation for the last four years.”
Her heart went out to him and she wished she had the power to reclaim the lost years, to wipe away all his pain and suffering. Hoping she did, she focused on her wish and blinked. Nothing happened.
A small silence spun out as she thought of all the things he’d