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Rub A Lamp

I gave an exasperated sigh.

"I like you too. But if you knew anything about genies, you'd know we can't consider ourselves equal when one does the wishing." He pointed at me. "And the other," he smacked a hand against his chest, "must grant it."

I went to the bar stool and slumped over, resting my head in my hands. "Why should you be my servant - " I shrugged. "Or whatever, if I didn't call upon you - or something." It was confusing. "Wasn't I supposed to rub a lamp? Where is your lamp?"

Laeddin sat beside me. "The cave you and Abrea often visited. That was the inside of my lamp. Basically from the moment you found it, I've been your servant. I was just worried about showing myself to you too soon.

"Why me and not Abrea?"

"Simple. You brought Abrea into the cave. You found the cave. It's been you for a long time."

"Oh," I said, lifting my head and looking at him. "And I shouldn't wish to no longer be a vampire?"

He shook his head, a strange emotion flitting across his face. "No, plea
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