“Ezekiel Thomas Archer, what in God’s name is going on up here?” asked his aunt as she stared straight at Paribanu.
“Aunt Keira, I can explain,” exclaimed Zeke, bolting upright and away from Paribanu, who remained calmly at his side.
“Oh?” asked his aunt, cocking an eyebrow at him.
He couldn’t, of course. How could he explain a strange girl sitting beside him, especially one dressed as exotically as Paribanu? How could he explain that he had his own wish-granting genie?
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