TITLE: the magic withheld
GENRE: urban fantasy
Justus reluctantly hired Sable as a favor to friends. He just realized she is the powerful sorceress he saw a week before.
She nodded, glancing at the silent Justus. "I suppose so," she said slowly. She lifted her arm to adjust the silver charms and they jangled and chimed. The movement caught his full attention as she adjusted the charms and metal links of half a dozen bands encircling her arm and wrist.
The turquoise color of her blouse against the silver bands, the musical chimes as the bracelets moved up her arm and the figure of a young woman helping an old man to stand; it was all a part of the dark night and combined with the remembered sounds of the muggers. The chair thumped to the floor when he stood abruptly and two pairs of startled eyes jerked to him.
Hoarsely he said, "You were at the concert."
"The concert? Last week you mean. I didn't go, I was outside." she stopped and stared at him. "You," she breathed, staring at him. "It was you there."
"Huh, strange that you show up here a couple days later." His voice trailed off as her face turned hard, and her mouth firmed into a line of anger. Justus looked at her puzzled. "What?"
"You. Didn't. Do. Anything." Her voice was fire-hot, low and furious. "You just left. And that old man; you just left him there."
Justus stood for a moment staring at her astonished and then felt a burst of anger. He flicked a finger at the scratch on his cheek. "How do you think I got this? Playing shadow-puppets?"