Marissa
"There is?" I asked in amazement.
What could he be talking about? I don't know what I could possibly do for him.
I am only a slave. how can of help to him?
My eyes fell down from his face and landed on the bracelet that was now wrapped around my right wrist.
I quickly took it off and stared at it for a bit before putting it back onto my left wrist. I still didn't understand what I should do for him. "You said there was something you wanted me to help with?" I prompted again.
He just sat there looking deep in thought while rubbing his chin for quite some time, before he looked up and replied, "Well, yes."
He had an interesting look on his face, which made me question him if he really knew what he wanted from me. I have no idea how much of what he said is true, or how muc
