"What would you wish for?"
The djinn looked startled. "I?"
"Is there anything you desire?" Watson persisted.
The djinn smiled. "My freedom."
"Can I wish you free, then?"
The smile broadened, twisted. "I do not think you would like that."
"Why? Are you evil?"
"If I were, do you think I would tell you?"
There was something to the tone that gave Watson pause. He found himself staring into eyes that were not eyes but rather windows into a burning wasteland of nothingness, harsh black upon red that set his heart racing with terror.
So much for wish number three.
