Page 49 of Jasmine's Enchanted Genie

“Jasmine nearly killed herself working to buy my medicine,” Lana said, her hand stretching out to take mine. “My sister’s amazing.”

Geradine nodded to me, her sharp gaze taking in all of me as if for the first time. Her pert nod showed approval. “Most die quickly from this disease if it’s not treated correctly.”

“I did all I could.” My words came out weak. If I’d been able to find my sister a cure, I would’ve done anything, even sacrificed myself to make sure she got well.

“Fortunately, I brought the cure with me.” Geradine pulled a bottle of brown liquid from her bag. “When you described her symptoms, Jasmine, I took a guess. I’m glad I’m right.” She patted Lana’s arm. “One spoonful of the medicine twice a day until the bottle is empty. It’s enchanted, and I buy it from a reputable source. Trust me, this will cure you. Within a week after finishing the bottle, you’ll be almost as good as new.” She rose and with a nod to me and Boshun, she gathered her bag and left.

I collapsed on the side of the sofa and wrapped my arms around Lana.

It was okay to cry about something like this.

And I did.

30

BOSHUN

After making sure Lana had everything she might need, we returned to the palace.

Jasmine sobbed in the carriage on the way there. “I’m so grateful. I can never repay Geradine.”

“She seemed happy just to help your sister, but we’ll offer her payment when we see her.”

“Once I’ve learned how to use my power, I’m going to only do kind things with it. Like enchanting medicine that will cure diseases. Repair wounds and injuries.”

“You want to be a medical healer, then.”

“That, plus I want to help others any way I can. I want to lift them up, not only myself and my sister. There’s plenty of magic out there, and I’m going to claim it and use it to do good.”

She was a rare person. Most would see this as a chance to build wealth and power. They were greedy—like all those who’d rubbed the lamp in the past. Perhaps that was why it had hidden itself in the treasure room where only someone pure of heart could claim it.

The carriage left us at the entrance to the castle, and we went inside and up to her room, not stopping even when someone called out my name—the prince’s name, that is.

I was a simple wizard enchanted to act as the genie, not a true prince. And if I was lucky, and the fates were kind, I’d end this caged existence and spend the rest of my simple days with Jasmine.

“We have today to break your spell.” Jasmine paced the room, her steps making almost no sound on the floor. “Have you tested your magic to see if it’s returned?”

Over and over. “It hasn’t.”

She sighed. “And you’re sure I can’t use my new power to do something about this?”

“It’s too dangerous.”

She took the book about genies and sat in a chair, opening it up to read. “I’m going to see if there’s anything here I missed.”

I grabbed Advanced Spellcasting and sat by her feet, determined to do the same. We had so few tools available to us, it was silly to think two books could make a difference.

“What about this?” Jasmine asked. I looked up at her, and she read from the page. “It’s related to genies who want to retire from the role.”

I perked up and turned to face her. “There’s actually a section discussing that?”

“It states the genie can talk someone else into taking the job and that will free them.”

“Who would want it?”

She shrugged. “Someone who wants to live forever? A person eager to grant wishes? Until you used your magic to help me, you were incredibly powerful. Someone might want that power for themselves.”

“Who?”

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