Justin didn’t move for a moment after speaking, he was giving Greg time to sit with the weight of those words.
Then, without warning, he stepped away from the bed and crossed to a low cabinet in the corner.
Greg’s eyes followed him, the rattle of his chains making sounds in the quiet.
From the cabinet, Justin retrieved a small dark lined case, it looked like shoebox.
He set it gently on the edge of the bed, just within Greg’s view.
“What is that?” Greg asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Justin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he flicked the latch and opened the lid with careful precision.
Inside, the was a dark lining, were a handful of objects.
One was a smooth metal sphere, polished to a mirror finish. Another looked like a delicate wand tipped with a fan of feathers. The
