Genies were assholes.
Furious, Sasha Pierce yanked hard at the invisible rope around her shoulders and waist that tied her parallel to a tree. She may not see the binds and her efforts may prove futile against the powerful magic, it would be cold in Sahara before she would give up.
Of all the genies her creator could give her, He gave her a rude, egotistical, selfish genie.
"You, b****y humans, think so highly of yourselves." Mean hazel eyes glared at her fear-stricken eyes with the same hue. "It goes to show that humans are clueless to their place on this planet you call earth."
The cold bite of the night didn't do anything to make her shudder. It was her captor's voice. His words were frozen solid with cold wry amusement to the extent she could sense mockery.
Sasha defiantly studied
