Page 6 of Wayward Witch

"Hello, Selene," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief as they met mine. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Azar, a Djinn bound to serve you and grant you three wishes." His presence filled the area with an electric tension, making it difficult for me to breathe, let alone think clearly.

"Uhh, wishes?" I stammered, my mind racing as I tried to come to terms with the impossible scene unfolding before me. How had this happened? Was it the potion? Surely, the witch hadn't intended for this... Or had she? Wait, she'd said it was unpredictable. Naked dude standing tall and proud offering to grant me wishes definitely fell into that realm.

I couldn't tell the Djinn what I wanted, so there was no way for me to use the wishes he said he wanted to grant me.

"Indeed," Azar replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. "But before we get to that, perhaps I should cover up." He gestured toward his naked form, reminding me that his impressive manhood was still on full display.

"Uh, no," I said, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I'm definitely not interested in seeing you cover that up" But as soon as the words left my lips, I knew I had made a mistake.

Azar's eyes widened in mock surprise, and he grinned devilishly. "Oh? You want me to stay naked? This wish I'll grant you for free."

Azar flexed his muscles and chuckled as my face burned hotter. This entire situation seemed too absurd to be real, and yet, here I was, face to face with a seductive Djinn who was now bound to grant my wishes. And while part of me couldn't help but feel intrigued by the possibilities, another part of me felt wary. Three wishes and my inability to tell the truth seemed like a disaster.

"Alright, Selene," Azar said as he sauntered over to me. He lifted my chin until I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "What do you desire most? Remember, you have three wishes at your disposal, so choose wisely."

My mind raced with thoughts of Spells Hollow and the curse that plagued me. Even as I considered my options, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Was fate cruelly flaunting a simple solution I couldn't use in my face? Or was my luck about to change?

"Please," I said, trying to maintain a level tone and failing miserably. "You really should not consider… clothes." My face burned with embarrassment, my words coming out more bluntly than I intended. How could I possibly communicate my thoughts properly when every word that left my lips was a lie?

Azar's smile widened with amusement, his eyes twinkling. The Djinn seemed to revel in my discomfort. "Ah," Azar purred, leaning closer to me. Our gazes locked, and I felt as if he could see straight through to my soul. "So free, Selene. Is that what you truly want?"

"I…" I started, but the curse twisted my tongue. "I love how you show yourself off without a care in the world."

His laughter filled the air, sending shivers down my spine. "My dear, I can't tell whether you're serious or just playing hard to get, but I promise to make it my personal mission to seduce you until you can't resist me any longer."

"Good luck with that!" I blurted, attempting to sound dismissive. "I'm not interested in someone so…" My words died before I saidanything else condemning. No matter what I wanted to say, it wouldn't come out right.

"Is that so?" Azar asked, his voice low and teasing. He traced a fingertip along my jawline, causing me to tremble involuntarily. "We'll see about that."

As much as I wanted to deny it, my body betrayed me by reacting to his touch… Even his presence. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to admit that I desired him. It was obvious to me what my body wanted, but I could ignore that… Right? The thought of giving in to my feelings for a Djinn, bound by wishes and destined to leave, terrified me. What if I fell for him? Nope. Out of the question. I would have to resist any feelings I was having.

"Go ahead, Selene," Azar murmured, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered seductive promises. "Tell me you don't want this."

"Of course I do!" I exclaimed, instantly regretting my words as they left my mouth.

Azar chuckled softly, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well then, let the games begin."

"Never! I mean, really, how could anyone find you attractive?"

"Is that so?" His grin only widened, and he stepped closer, causing me to back up against a tree. Luna let out a yowl, protesting how I'd pushed her backpack against a tree. I sidestepped, moving her away from the tree, but Azar didn't let me flee. "You're not trying to spare my feelings, are you, my dear?"

"Of course not!" The words tumbled out, fueled by the frustration of my curse. "You're... You're just not my type!"

Azar's smile faltered, and for a moment, he looked genuinely hurt. But then his expression shifted, and he became more serious. "Very well," he said, folding his arms across his broad chest. "But you cannot deny that you've summoned me, and therefore must use your first wish to bind us together until all three wishes have been granted."

I shook my head vehemently. Well, I tried to. Instead, my head made a series of spastic jerks in random directions until I felt like I'd rattled my brain. Great, now Azar probably thought I had random seizures. Sometimes I hated my curse more than other times. Right now was one of those times.

When I could finally see straight, the Djinn looked at me with wide, concerned eyes. "Are you-"

"No! I will do it! I don't know how this works; my wishes will turn out the way I want them to." Way to go. Now he really thought I'd lost my mind. I probably had. I'd had this curse my entire life with no explanation as to why it was there. There was no compassion for a compulsive liar in an orphanage… no eager parents looking to adopt, either.

"Ah, Selene," he sighed, leaning against the tree and looking at me with an intensity that made my heart race. "It's true, wishes from a Djinn never go quite as planned. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? The chaos, the unpredictability. It's what makes life worth living."

"Only a square cow laughs at the rain," I muttered, as I searched for a path back to my home. Wait, what the actual fuck had I just said?

"Is this your first wish? A square cow?"

With a deep breath, I ignored his question, knowing I'd either lie and agree to it, therefore wasting a wish, or say something even more ludicrous. With no other ideas on what I should do, I headed toward the library where I worked. One of my two potions had produced a sexy, naked, flirtatious Djinn. I wasn't about to use the other one right now. Besides, maybe I could find some information at the library about Spells Hallow or my family. Not that I'd ever found anything on my family before, but it didn't hurt to look for a millionth time.

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