NATHAN’S POV
“Make me young again.”
“Anything except that.”
“Make me live for a thousand years.”
“And that.”
“Give me back my entire family—”
“Will you just be normal for once and ask me for money or something?” Alastair snapped and crossed her arms, the drowsiness on her face long gone. “Seriously, do you think I’m Jesus or something? I can grant you a wish but could you at least make it easy for me?”
Sybil narrowed her eyes at her and slammed the metallic basin she was holding against the table, the lines on her face growing even thicker by the minute as she stared back at Alastair’s lethargic expression. “You were the one who told me that you’d grant me any wish I want. I asked for that, so either we have a deal, or we don’t. It’s that simple.”
Alastair sighed sharply and threw
