Marissa
"There is?" I asked in amazement.
What could he be talking about? I don't know what I could possibly do for him.
I am only a slave. how can of help to him?
My eyes fell down from his face and landed on the bracelet that was now wrapped around my right wrist.
I quickly took it off and stared at it for a bit before putting it back onto my left wrist. I still didn't understand what I should do for him. "You said there was something you wanted me to help with?" I prompted again.
He just sat there looking deep in thought while rubbing his chin for quite some time, before he looked up and replied, "Well, yes."
