I shook my head. “Doesn’t work that way.”
“Okay, what about something that worked on its own?”
I raised my eyebrows. “You’re talking about imbued items.”
“That’s how they work, right? Anyone can use them?”
“Not … exactly. Imbued items choose their bearers. They decide when to use their powers, not you.” I thought of an ivory wand beyond a sealed door and pushed the memory away.
“But I’d be able to use one?”
“If you ever got one, yeah. And no, before you ask, I don’t have any here.” Which was true, if by here you meant on these shelves. I had several upstairs, which I was most definitely not telling Martin about. Imbued items are priceless, and mages will quite literally kill for them.
Martin was quiet, no doubt dreaming of an imbued item of his own. If he’d known more, he might not have been so eager. Imbued items have minds of their own and the stronger their power, the stronger their will. The most powerful imbued items can reduce their bearers to little more than puppets. Oh, it looks like the bearer’s in charge-but somehow, everything they do ends up being what the item wanted.
I scanned through the futures, looking to see when Luna was going to turn up. Her arrival had been vague all through the day but as I looked I saw that she was due to knock on the door any minute. I was glad. The rain hadn’t let up and the glass of the shop window still ran with water.
And then I felt something snap and change. I jerked my head around, looking for danger. The shop was quiet and Martin was holding a white and blue lacquered tube in his hand. The silver mist of Luna’s curse was gone. “What’s this?”
I stood dead still. The two of us were alone in the shop, and the only sound was the steady patter of rain. Martin looked at me. “Hey, Alex? What’s this one?”
I spoke quietly. “I wouldn’t take that if I were you.”
Martin frowned and looked down at the tube. It was ten inches long and two inches wide, its ends rounded, made out of what looked at first glance like lacquered wood. The tube was white, with raised engravings of blue flowers twining about its length. A braided cord hung from one end. “Why not?”
I didn’t answer. Martin started to return the tube to the shelf and stopped. He stared at me. “Wait. This is one of those, isn’t it? An imbued item?”
I stayed silent, and Martin’s eyes went wide. “Thought you said you didn’t have any?”
“It’s not mine.”
“So why’d you put it on the shelf?”
I looked at Martin and spoke quietly. “I didn’t.”
Martin didn’t seem to hear. He held up the tube to the light, turning it around. When nothing happened he shook it gently, and there was a faint katta-katta sound. “There’s something inside.”
“Yes.”
“How much is it?”
I took a deep breath. “Martin, listen very closely. I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but you have to believe me when I tell you that if you take that thing away with you, you will regret it for the rest of your life.”
For an instant Martin hesitated and I saw the choices branching before him. Then his eyes narrowed and the choice was gone. “Imbued items choose their wielder, don’t they?”
I sighed. I could see the futures laid out ahead of us and in every one of them, Martin was going to leave my shop with that item. “Yeah,” I said with an effort.
Outside, hurrying footsteps blended with the rain and the door opened with a rush of sound and a cold wind. Luna ducked inside, trying to fit through the door while folding a big golf umbrella, water running everywhere. “Sorry I’m so late! Ugh, it’s awful out there.” After three failed tries she managed to get the umbrella folded up, then she pushed the door shut and the shop was quiet again except for the drip of water from her clothes. “The weather was so bad my bike …” Luna finished propping the umbrella in the corner and finally noticed something was wrong. She looked from me to Martin. “Hello?”
Martin and I hadn’t taken our eyes off each other. “Martin, I need to talk to Luna,” I said. “Could you wait here for five minutes, please?”
There was a beat, then Martin nodded. “Sure.”
I turned to Luna, who was still looking between both of us, trying to figure out what was going on. “In the back.”
The door at the back of my shop leads into a small, dark hallway. What little space it has is mostly filled with the stairs up to my second-floor flat. There’s one side door leading into a back room where I store stuff that isn’t important enough to secure properly, and I led Luna inside and shut the door behind her. “You have to get away from Martin.”
“What?” Luna stared at me. “Why?”
“Because he’s done something very stupid and you don’t want to be around to get caught in the results.”
“How-? I don’t understand.”
“You remember the little white and blue lacquered tube I showed you three months ago in the safe room? The one I told you to never ever touch?”
“Yes … Wait. It was that? You gave him that?”
“I didn’t give him anything.”
“Then why didn’t you tell him not to take it?”
“You think I’d be telling you this if he’d listened?”
I turned away from Luna and walked to the corner. There was a single window of frosted glass high on the wall and I stared up at it. “What does it do?” Luna asked from behind me.
“It’s called a monkey’s paw,” I said without turning around. “It grants wishes.”
“Wishes? You mean … anything?”
“Pretty close. It’s the most powerful item I’ve got.”
“Is there some kind of catch?”
“Of course there’s a catch. You don’t get anything like that for free. Trying to use that thing is really bad news.”
“How? I mean, do the wishes have a price or some-thing?”
“I don’t know, Luna, because no one who’s ever tried using the damn thing has been around afterwards to answer questions.” I turned to face her. “I want you to keep your distance from Martin as long as he’s got it.”
Luna paused. There were drops of water clinging to her hair and the sleeves and ankles of her clothes were still wet. “Wait. You just said that nobody’s …”
I was silent, and Luna went still. “You’re waiting for something to happen to him.”
“I’ll do what I can to make him give it up,” I said. “But as long as he has it, he’s a threat.”
“Until when? Until he’s dead?”
“Luna …”
“Why do I have to stay away?”
“Because he’s dangerous.”
“I don’t care if he’s dangerous.” I could see Luna was starting to get angry. “You said you weren’t going to keep me away anymore!”
“There’s nothing you can do to make it better and a lot of ways you could make it worse,” I said harshly. “He had your curse on him when he came today.”
As soon as I said it, I knew I shouldn’t have. Luna stared at me, then I saw understanding dawn in her eyes. “You think it’s my fault.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” I wished I hadn’t brought it up now but there was no use going back. “But it’s sure as hell not going to help if you stay nearby. The best thing you can do is keep your distance.”
“If this thing’s so bad why can’t I just talk to him?”
I sighed. “Because taking the monkey’s paw wasn’t the only stupid thing Martin did.”
“What?”
“He’s not waiting for us to finish. He walked out into the street thirty seconds ago.”
Luna looked in the direction of the shop, then back at me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she said quietly, and now for the first time I knew she was really angry.
I stood my ground, meeting her gaze. “Because if Martin were the kind of person who’d listen to warnings, the monkey’s paw wouldn’t have picked him in the first place.”
Luna stared at me for a second longer, then in two quick steps was at the door. “Luna!” I said. “Wait!”
“Maybe you don’t care about him,” Luna said. “But I do.” She pulled the door open.