Chapter 7He sat still, watching me with an amused expression. As if he were waiting for me to request the impossible. Maybe I should have. If I could have three wishes, what would I ask for? Darce was the genie in this case, and he did say anything.
More than anything, I wanted things to go back to the way they were. Before the accident, before my parents accepted their offer from National Geographic. I walked to the side of the sofa and paused.
“Is this how you really look? Like...really?” I asked, glancing over him.
He was too beautiful to be the God of the Underworld. Shouldn’t he look like a skeleton or the grim reaper? For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about the blue haired Disney character. Was he like the devil? Painted to be beautiful and perfect, and yet...cruel, dark a
