Made to pay for the sins of his brother, Bodolf of the North was transformed into Djinn. Centuries later, he becomes the possession of Cassandra Porter, bequeathed to her by her long-time friend Miss. Donny. Miss Donny had high hopes that Cassandra would be the one to figure out a way to release Bodolf from his prison forever since she and her husband could not.
Shy, quiet Cassandra had not expected to be given Miss Donnie’s jewelry box, must less the beautiful pieces inside. After all, what would a librarian need with them? She plans to pick just one item and return the rest to Miss Donny’s family who have been more family to her than her own. Imagine her surprise when she finds out what else Miss Donny has given her.
When she opened the front door her father folded his cell phone and her parents looked at her as if to say she was the rudest person ever. Never mind the fact that they were at her house at seven a.m. on a Sunday, her only day to sleep in.
“What took you so long,” Felicity Porter snapped.
“The hope that if I ignored you long enough you’d get disgusted and leave so I could sleep in on my only day off.”
Her parents brushed past her, seemingly deciding a little ignorance of their own was in order. Cassie threw up her hands and closed the door behind them. They sat down as she went into the kitchen to make some tea. The sound of her parents bickering carried through the kitchen’s swinging doors. Finally, as Cassie was pouring the hot water into a serving teapot, her mother keyed her in to the reason for her parents’ visit.
“Beverly Saunders is having a garden party tonight. It’s going to be black tie so wear the green dress.”
“Mother, I’m not going. It’s Sunday and I-”
“You most certainly are going. This is an important event; there will be eligible bachelors of good financial standing. It’s about time you got married.”
Cassie rolled her eyes, “Why is that, Mother? Father cut you off?”
Cassie watched as her mother’s face fill with livid color. “How dare you, you impudent little terror!”
Her father threw back his tea and rose from the armchair he’d occupied. “Cassandra, I have no wish to go either, but I am. If I’m going, you’re going.” He gave his daughter a perfunctory kiss on the cheek, which Cassie returned, and helped his wife from the sofa. At the door he said, “See you at five.”
After her parents left, Cassie went back into the guest room and pulled out the jewelry box. She stared in disbelief. The box looked better than new. There wasn’t a sliver missing, a hinge hanging, or even the minutest scratch on the finish.
“I hope you don’t mind but I couldn’t stand to see it that way.”
Cassie screamed and twirled around, raising the box over her head, intending to use it as a weapon. It was yanked from her fingers by invisible hands. The fine wooden box settled in the stranger’s hands. “I just fixed it, my lady. I would appreciate it not being destroyed again so soon.”