The hair on the back of my neck stands at attention. “Wait. You’re talking about a cure? As in, no more joint pain?”
Still glowing, he comes around the desk and perches on the edge of it before me, smiling wide. “A life free of chronic pain or any illness from this day forward.”
I bark out a laugh, my eyes filling. “You’re serious? Mr. O’Shea! For real?”
He laughs. “Aye, lass. For real. No more Ankylosing Spondylitis or any other disease or sickness. The damage already done will be erased. Your body will be as if the disease never happened.”
My jaw drops open. I don’t even have to think about it. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“How?”
He laughs at my impatience but shakes his head and stands. “I must hear the words for this to work. Tell me you accept my boon.”
I stand, too, an
