If he lost Cyrus, it was because he was too blind to see what was plan to everyone else. The genie who pathetically pined for his master. This had happened before, Cyrus was far to passionate for him not to fallen even a little for one of his masters in hundreds of years. But he'd never wanted to act on it as much as he did right now.

Then the Knave spoke, causing Cyrus to clench his eyes shut and pound his fists against the railing, his heart hurting enough for the both of them. He knew the Knave didn't have his heart but to hear why...

It was a long time before the pain eased enough for Cyrus to turn to look at the Knave, meeting his eyes. "Then, if you feel nothing, why did you kiss me all those nights ago?" There had obviously been something. "And I don't want to go anywhere. Not unless you push me away! Then you might as well just put me back in my bottle and be done with it, Will Scarlett. Because being this close to you and knowing he's gotten to touch you more then I have is killing me."

Cyrus quickly swallowed back the words that almost came after. I want to love you but you make it difficult.