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know."
Her mouth drew into a thin line. "Fine."
She stood there, waiting for me to speak again, so I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Do you know you have a boy’s name?"
Her face flushed and she squared her jaw, ready to fight back. "I have a boy name? Have you heard your name lately? Ash. Is it short for Ashley ?" She gave me a smug look, challenging me.
"It's just Ash," I said between clenched teeth. "And it's not a girl name."
"I call my friend Ashley, 'Ash' all the time," she said.
I considered her a moment. "You don't have a friend named Ashley."
The corner of her mouth twitched. "How do you know?"
"I'm psychic." I’d lucked out on that one.
"Sure you are," she said.
"Okay. Fine," I said. She was honestly unlike any girl I'd ever met. She didn't take
crap from anyone. Especially me. "Now that we've established that we both have
ridiculous names, let's work on your second wish."
"I don't know what else to wish for."
"Are you serious? Most girls have, like, fifty things they want to wish for. Just pick one!"
"How would you know what girls wish for? I thought I was your first assignment?"
I frowned. "I know several fairy godmothers who've filled me in on their assignment's wishes. Humans are so predictable. Perfect hair, perfect boyfriend, perfect body. Pick one."
She glared at me. "I'm not going to wish for something stupid. I want to make my wishes count. "
I thought about something in her file that would help her along. "You want to go to Paris, right?"
"Yes," she said slowly. "How do you know that?"
I ignored the question. "Wish to visit Paris. I’ll have you back by the end of the day."
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Try me."
She shook her head. "I’m not wasting a wish like that. If I go to Paris, I'm going when I have more than a few hours to spend there. I want to see so many things. The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre … I could spend a few days at the Louvre."
"Oh, come on!"
"Quit bugging me so I can think!"
She actually yelled at me.
I sat down, annoyed and frustrated. How could she not like any of my ideas?
Lame.
She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. I raised an eyebrow, and she smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"You have pretty eyes. They're silver. I've never seen that color before," she said. A hint of a smile played about her lips, and she cleared her throat and turned around. It didn't hide her flaming cheeks, and I had to give myself props for making her blush.
I knew I had weird eyes. At least I thought they were weird. I couldn't name one person in my world with silver eyes. The only other person who came close was Dax, but his were gold. It was the only thing I'd admit we had in common. Not that I wanted anything in common with him.
Speaking of that devil, I still hadn't figured out why he'd been at the theater. It was odd. He wasn't supposed to know who my assignment was, but somehow he did.
"I've been wondering," I said, plopping into the huge pink bean bag again. Really, it was huge. I wondered if Kendall had ever gotten lost in it. "Why does Kendall need three wishes?"
"Kendall doesn't like annoying fairy boys asking questions." She reached up, skimming her fingers over her scar. Habit, I supposed.
I stood up and took a step toward her. She still sat on the bed. "Does it hurt?" I asked, gesturing toward her face. The scar was red, going from below the edge of her right eye all the way down her neck and into the collar of her shirt.
"Yes," she said. I was making her nervous, I could tell.
Reaching out, I touched her cheek with my finger, sending magic coursing into the wound.
"That's better," I said, surprised how husky my voice sounded. I forced myself to stay focused and pulled away to admire my work.
The scar was much lighter now. I couldn't heal it, but I could make it look better.
"How did you do that without your wand?" she asked, astonished. She put a hand to her neck, stepping close to the mirror to examine it. I thought I saw moisture in
Her mouth drew into a thin line. "Fine."
She stood there, waiting for me to speak again, so I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Do you know you have a boy’s name?"
Her face flushed and she squared her jaw, ready to fight back. "I have a boy name? Have you heard your name lately? Ash. Is it short for Ashley ?" She gave me a smug look, challenging me.
"It's just Ash," I said between clenched teeth. "And it's not a girl name."
"I call my friend Ashley, 'Ash' all the time," she said.
I considered her a moment. "You don't have a friend named Ashley."
The corner of her mouth twitched. "How do you know?"
"I'm psychic." I’d lucked out on that one.
"Sure you are," she said.
"Okay. Fine," I said. She was honestly unlike any girl I'd ever met. She didn't take
crap from anyone. Especially me. "Now that we've established that we both have
ridiculous names, let's work on your second wish."
"I don't know what else to wish for."
"Are you serious? Most girls have, like, fifty things they want to wish for. Just pick one!"
"How would you know what girls wish for? I thought I was your first assignment?"
I frowned. "I know several fairy godmothers who've filled me in on their assignment's wishes. Humans are so predictable. Perfect hair, perfect boyfriend, perfect body. Pick one."
She glared at me. "I'm not going to wish for something stupid. I want to make my wishes count. "
I thought about something in her file that would help her along. "You want to go to Paris, right?"
"Yes," she said slowly. "How do you know that?"
I ignored the question. "Wish to visit Paris. I’ll have you back by the end of the day."
Her eyes widened. "Really?"
"Try me."
She shook her head. "I’m not wasting a wish like that. If I go to Paris, I'm going when I have more than a few hours to spend there. I want to see so many things. The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre … I could spend a few days at the Louvre."
"Oh, come on!"
"Quit bugging me so I can think!"
She actually yelled at me.
I sat down, annoyed and frustrated. How could she not like any of my ideas?
Lame.
She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. I raised an eyebrow, and she smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"You have pretty eyes. They're silver. I've never seen that color before," she said. A hint of a smile played about her lips, and she cleared her throat and turned around. It didn't hide her flaming cheeks, and I had to give myself props for making her blush.
I knew I had weird eyes. At least I thought they were weird. I couldn't name one person in my world with silver eyes. The only other person who came close was Dax, but his were gold. It was the only thing I'd admit we had in common. Not that I wanted anything in common with him.
Speaking of that devil, I still hadn't figured out why he'd been at the theater. It was odd. He wasn't supposed to know who my assignment was, but somehow he did.
"I've been wondering," I said, plopping into the huge pink bean bag again. Really, it was huge. I wondered if Kendall had ever gotten lost in it. "Why does Kendall need three wishes?"
"Kendall doesn't like annoying fairy boys asking questions." She reached up, skimming her fingers over her scar. Habit, I supposed.
I stood up and took a step toward her. She still sat on the bed. "Does it hurt?" I asked, gesturing toward her face. The scar was red, going from below the edge of her right eye all the way down her neck and into the collar of her shirt.
"Yes," she said. I was making her nervous, I could tell.
Reaching out, I touched her cheek with my finger, sending magic coursing into the wound.
"That's better," I said, surprised how husky my voice sounded. I forced myself to stay focused and pulled away to admire my work.
The scar was much lighter now. I couldn't heal it, but I could make it look better.
"How did you do that without your wand?" she asked, astonished. She put a hand to her neck, stepping close to the mirror to examine it. I thought I saw moisture in
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