Being close to Remy was wonderful. Nathaniel let his eyes fall closed, he was so comfortable. Candi would let him cuddle like this, and it was so warm and relaxing. It was cold out now and the cart kept bumping, but it was still nice. Like someone cared about him.
"I can't... can't do what you order," the sleepy djinn mumbled softly. "You're not my master." Candice had been the one to rub the bottle, to speak the words. She was his master, the only one who could command him. If only she knew where they were, she could try and make them come back.