Chapter 4: The Genie’s Secret
Jenny stared at the shimmering figure before her — the mysterious man who had just introduced himself as Azrael, a genie trapped within an ancient lamp. The faint glow from the lamp cast moving shadows across her small room, and Jenny could barely believe what she was seeing.
“Wait… so you’re saying you’re a real genie?” she asked, blinking rapidly as if that would make the illusion disappear.
Azrael smirked, his deep voice calm yet powerful. “Yes, Jenny Reyes. I am bound by magic — and by your call, I am yours to serve.”
Jenny frowned. “You mean… like granting wishes?”
He nodded, his eyes glinting with a strange mix of sadness and mystery. “Three wishes, to be exact. But every wish has a price.”
Jenny’s heart raced. A genie? In my apartment? This has to
