“What’s wrong, Dusty?”
Paul’s voice broke through my shock, and I turned to stare at him, my mind still whirling. I turned back, walking over to the wall. I had to stretch my hand over my head to reach the ouroboros drawing. I ran my fingers over the rough surface, tracing the twist of the dragon’s body.
“I don’t get it,” Paul said, hands on hips. “What’s the big deal? That symbol is all over the place down here.” He swung around and pointed at another spot on the wall. “Look, there’s another and another.” He pointed to two different areas on the wall, and I flinched at the sight of each ouroboros. Every inch of my skin was tingling.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure before Paul became convinced I was having a psychotic break. “It’s Eli’s dream. We’ve seen this symbol.”
“Oh.” Paul’s eyebrows drew together. “So you think it has an extra meaning?”
I nodded. “It has to, only I don’t think it means quite what we thought it does.”
“Huh?”
I glanced at him, uncertain of how much to tell him. Eli’s suspicions about him kept pinging in the back of my mind, tiny warning bells calling for caution. “Well, it’s a symbol of rebirth and renewal, according to the Internet.” Even the e-net, the magickind version of the Internet, said the same, and not much else. I’d made several searches about it over the last few days.
“You think it represents Marrow then?” Paul said.
Once again, I flinched, inhaling a quick breath. It felt wrong to discuss this with Paul. The contents and meanings in Eli’s dreams were something I normally discussed with Eli, but so far we’d had little chance to talk. A lot of what we needed to talk about we couldn’t with the Will Guard always around.
I ran a hand through my hair and faced him. The cat was too far out of the bag to try to wrangle it back in now. “Yeah, that’s what we thought. I mean, we have reason to believe he’s involved in the nondisclosure thing that the magickind Senate has us investigating.”
“Oh, I see.” He turned back to the wall, his gaze shifting between the various ouroboros symbols. “But I doubt these symbols have anything to do with Marrow. They were here even before his time, I’m sure.”
“That’s just it,” I said, unable to keep the excitement from leaping up in my voice. “What if we were wrong that it represented Marrow? What if the dream’s been pointing us toward the dragon caves all this time?”
Paul frowned. “I suppose it’s possible.”
Suddenly all I wanted was to race upstairs and find the nearest computer connected to the e-net. I wanted to know what a search string combining “ouroboros” with the “Iwatoke” would turn up.
Except, proving my mom’s innocence was more important. That had to come first.
With an effort, I pulled my gaze away from the symbols on the walls and focused on Paul. “I’ll look into it later. Show me how to use this necklace.”
Paul returned to the circle and I followed him into it. He faced me and withdrew a shape-change necklace from his pocket. It wasn’t his, but similar. This one held a blue stone instead of green with the same hemp chain interwoven with oddly shaped opaque beads.
“I just got it last night, but it works pretty well,” Paul said, stretching it out so I could see it better. “It defaults to a woman in her mid-thirties, I think. She’s tall, easily my height or better. Her eyesight’s not great, but otherwise, it’s a decent shape.”
“Your height?” I looked up at him, cringing. He had me by half a foot at least. “Is this going to hurt?”
Paul hesitated long enough for anxiety to begin churning in my stomach. “Not hurt exactly. It’s just really uncomfortable. But you’ll get used to it.” He held the necklace out to me.
I took it, suddenly aware of how cold my fingers were, practically numb. It was chilly and damp down here, the familiar smell of canal water present as it was everywhere in Arkwell’s vast underground, but I knew my current drop in temperature had more to do with what was coming. The necklace was lighter than I expected and undeniably magical. Already I felt its power tingling over my palm, ready to be unleashed.
I raised the necklace for a closer examination, anything to delay the next part a few seconds longer. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the white beads weren’t beads at all. “Are these human teeth?”
“Yes.” Paul winced. “But I try not to dwell on it.”
“Gross.” I resisted the urge to hand the thing back to him. The knowledge that it was comprised of teeth made it feel dark. Evil. Black magic. “How did you get a second one?” His necklace had come from the police as part of his witness protection gig, but I doubted they would’ve given him another one just for kicks, not considering that they wanted to keep tabs on him.
“I got it from Mr. Culpepper,” said Paul.
I frowned, my dislike of the thing in my hand increasing tenfold. Although Culpepper was okay, I didn’t exactly love his side job. When he wasn’t fixing things around the school he ran a black market, one that included black magic items. “So I take it this is illegal?”
Paul scratched his cheek, not quite meeting my gaze. “Kinda, a little.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled, reining in my fear. This is for Mom. I reminded myself.
“It’s all right, Dusty,” Paul said. “We’re not using it for anything evil, and we’re not going to get caught.”
He seemed pretty confident, way more than I did. Then again, he’d probably gotten away with a lot more than I’d ever attempted. It was a sobering thought. Be careful, I heard a voice like Eli’s whisper in my mind. “But how did you get it from Culpepper? I imagine it was expensive.”
“I traded him something for it.” Paul pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket and checked his watch. “Damn, we need to hurry.”
I nodded, my heartbeat picking up. “What do I have to do?”
“Just put it on. The necklace does all the work. You just need to hold still and let it happen. That’s the hardest part.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see. Just don’t take the necklace off, no matter what. Let the magic do its job. You’ll know when it’s done.”
Ill at ease with such vague, unhelpful descriptions, I raised the necklace to my neck and fastened it. Magic blazed into life, sweeping over me like a blast of furnace air. My skin began to itch as if a thousand ants were crawling all over me. I looked down at my arms, convinced I would see the bugs. There was nothing there, the magic invisible. I could feel it inside me, burrowing beneath my skin.
In seconds, I understood why Paul said this was the hardest part. Every single instinct I possessed was screaming at me to remove the necklace. My body felt like it was being stretched and poked and pressed a hundred different ways. It was excruciating without being painful. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. Shrieking, I raised my hands, ready to yank it off. Paul’s fingers closed around my wrists, and he wrestled my hands away from the necklace.
“Don’t fight it,” he shouted over my protests. “You’re almost there. And trust me, you don’t want to start over again now.”
I struggled uselessly against his grip for a moment, and then forced myself to relax. It was like trying to lie still and keep your mouth open with the dentist drilling into your teeth.
An eternity later, it came to an end. I opened my eyes, which I’d held shut the entire time and saw Paul looking at me with an odd expression. He let go of my wrists and stepped back.
“What?” I said, and jumped at the stranger’s voice that had spoken my words. It was a deep voice, rough like a smoker’s. I looked down and saw hands that didn’t belong to me. They were older, the veins more prominent and etched with wrinkles. My clothes had transformed from my usual T-shirt and jeans into a turtleneck and cardigan ensemble over a pair of khakis whose waistband I felt pressing against my navel, several inches above where I normally wore it.
“It’s weird looking at you at eye level,” Paul said.
I stared at him, suddenly disoriented. It was like I was wearing stilts. I became aware of how much bigger my body was, how alien. I swayed on my feet.
“Whoa.” Paul reached out to steady me.
I moved my right leg, widening my stance. “I’m okay. I think.”
“This is why we’re practicing,” Paul said. “You’ve got to get used to the new dimensions.”
“For real.” I put my hands on my waist then dropped them away. It was like touching someone else.
Paul smiled encouragement. “That’s it. Get used to it. When you’re ready, try walking around.”
I did as he suggested, first raising my hands to touch the top of my head. The hair was thinner than mine, smooth like silk and ending just above my shoulders. I touched my fingers to my face, feeling the more prominent brow and sharply angular nose. I ran my tongue over my teeth, the sensation of someone else’s mouth probably the weirdest part of all.
Finally, I worked up the courage to try moving. It was difficult, especially in the dim light and uneven floor. More than once I had to stop and steady myself.
“You’re going to have to be extra careful about any low ceilings,” Paul called from inside the circle where he stood watching my progress. “You should wear the necklace on the way back up. That’ll be good practice.”
“You mean a good way to knock myself out,” I said, stumbling over my too-large feet.
“If that happens I’ll carry you out. Minus the shape-change necklace, of course.”
“Good idea.”
A short while later, I came to a stop and said, “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
“Good.” Paul smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell again. He navigated a couple of screens and then held it up, pointed at me.
“What’re you doing?”
“I need a picture of you like this.”
I arched an eyebrow—at least I tried to, but this face didn’t seem capable of the movement. Both eyebrows went up instead.
“For your fake ID,” Paul said, making an adjustment on the screen. “You’ve got to be in the system when we go through the guard gate or there’ll be questions.”
“Huh.” I put my hands on my hips. “They don’t check IDs at the gate.”
“They didn’t used to. But things have changed since Lyonshold.” Paul aimed the phone once more. “Smile.”
I did, feeling a double dose of awkwardness than at a normal picture. I had no idea if this face would look better open-mouthed or closed, big smile or small, crinkled eyes or wide open.
The phone clicked and the bright flash struck my eyeballs. Paul lowered the camera and examined the result. “Not bad.” He handed the phone over to me. I looked at the picture, intrigued by the stranger’s face. She was average looking with dark brown hair, the kind of woman that wouldn’t draw much notice. A good disguise, I decided.
I handed the phone back. “Are you sure you’ll be able to make an ID out of that? It’s so exposed.”
Paul grinned. “Piece of cake with Lance’s computer. Printing it will be harder, but there’s equipment in the Menagerie. After that, all I’ve got to do is hack Arkwell’s computers and add you to the database.”
Bemused, I said, “That’s a lot of criminal activity.”
The grin slid from Paul’s face. “I’m doing it for you.”
I inhaled a sharp breath. “I know. Thank you, by the way.”
A few seconds passed before he said, “You’re welcome.”
Smiling, I wracked my brain for a safer subject. “So … once we have the ID, how are we getting off campus?”
“I’m going to borrow a friend’s car, this guy I work with in the Menagerie. He’s the same one whose face I’ve been borrowing, actually.”
I wrinkled my nose. I’d seen his alternate shape just the once, a dark-haired, dark-skinned man in his mid-thirties. “How does that work exactly?”
“It’s all about the teeth, I’m afraid.” He grimaced. “This one here is different from the rest of the necklace.” He pointed to one of the beads that protruded a little further out than the rest on his necklace. “Took me awhile to figure it out, but if I focus hard enough on it, I can change into him.”
A quiver went through my stomach. “Do you mean to say that the teeth in this necklace belonged to the woman whose face I’m wearing right now?”
“I’d thought that would’ve been obvious.”
It was, but I’d been hoping the opposite. “But…” I raised my hand to the necklace and gingerly touched one of the teeth. “How did they get here?”
“I try not to think about it too hard,” Paul said, his gaze on the floor.
I cleared my throat. This woman whose shape I was borrowing wasn’t exactly young but she wasn’t old either. Was she dead? The thought sent a shudder through my body. “How did you get your friend’s tooth?”
Paul blew out a breath. “Pure luck. He got whacked in the face with a dragon tail and it knocked the tooth clean out. I managed to find it.”
“Ew.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust.
“I was desperate for a little freedom.” He checked the time on his phone. “Damn. We need to go.”
Paul turned, picked up the lantern, and began leading the way back. I followed after him, anxious not to be left behind. I might be keen on exploring this place, but I didn’t like the idea of climbing out of here in the dark. Not in this strange body. Over and over again I bumped into the walls or tripped over my own feet. Paul had been right about the need to practice.
When we emerged from the tunnels, I pulled the necklace off. Undoing the shape-change proved a lot more comfortable than putting it on. In an instant I felt my skin and body snap back into its right form. Relief came over me like kicking off an ill-fitting pair of shoes after hours of walking. Sweet release. I heaved a happy sigh.
“Welcome back,” Paul said.
“Thanks.” I held up the necklace. “Should I keep this or you?”
“You,” Paul answered at once. “And you should keep practicing. Maybe then you’ll be ready by the time I’ve finished your ID.”
“All right.” I dropped my gaze to the necklace, able to see it more clearly in the light up here. It was hard to believe I ever could’ve mistaken the teeth for beads. Teeth. From a dead woman.
Black magic.
I folded the necklace and slid it into my pocket. I thought I could understand why the rest of magickind had come down so hard on shape-changers, at least a little. They could steal your identity, your life, maybe even some of your soul.
Feeling dirty from the outside in, I vowed I would destroy the necklace as soon as this was over.