Page 50 of Jasmine's Enchanted Genie

“We could ask around and see if anyone’s interested.”

Even if I wandered through the castle begging someone to take over my genie role, I doubted anyone would do it. “This job’s a tough sell.”

“Yeah.”

My shoulders slumped. “Does the book mention any other way?”

“It says if the genie was coerced into taking the role or enchanted, they have options.”

I perked up again. “Like what?”

“If someone’s trapped in the lamp against their will, they could perform a reversal spell.”

Reversal spell . . . Ah.

“Now this might work.” I rose to my feet and stomped back and forth.

She watched me. “Tell me more.”

“It’s a complex spell.” My growl ripped out. “Even I would find it a challenge, and I have no magic.”

“Could I perform the spell?”

“An enchantment of this level?” I shook my head. “One misstep, and it could backfire onto you. We can’t take the risk.”

She set the genie book aside and stood. “Tell me more about what the spell does.”

“In essence, we could use it to reverse the spell she cast on me.”

“In other words, trap her inside the lamp instead of you.”

“Yes, but it’s too dangerous.”

She lifted her chin. “We could practice for the rest of the day. You said I’m doing well with my new abilities already.”

I gripped her arms, holding her steady. “I love you. I don’t want you in danger.”

“I have some say in this too.”

“You’re right.” I stared down at her, seeing the strength in her eyes. This woman had an inner core of steel, and she’d use it until her dying day to protect those she loved.

“Teach me the spell, and I’ll practice. And while I’m learning, we can try to come up with other ways of ending this before I have to make my final wish.”

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JASMINE

Ipracticed the spell for the rest of the day, and we only emerged from the room to get something to eat before returning.

Viscar lurked in the hall when we left. “There you are. I need to clean your room.”

“You’re dismissed for the day.” I squeezed Boshun’s hand. “We don’t need your services.”

“But the grand ball is tonight,” he said. “Surely, you need me to press the dress you’ll wear, to prepare your bath.”

“I can do that for myself.”

He huffed. “I realize you’re a simple village woman, but—”

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