“Yes, but there is so much more I could do for you, if you let me! Please! Give me a task—something you think is impossible, and I will do it. I wish to show you how useful I can be for you.” More than useful, Milos knew he needed to be indispensable—otherwise how would she ever see him as an equal?

“By serving, and keeping an eye on Pugsy, it frees Jill to catch crossing souls. She’s bringing in two and three a day, thanks to you!”

“I could bring you more! And I do not need an amulet to do it!” Milos held her gaze for a moment, then paced away, realizing he had just opened a can of ants. Or was it worms? He could never get these English expressions correct.

“Is that so?” said Mary, slowly sauntering up to him. “And how might you accomplish that?”

He was so tempted to tell Mary the truth—he owed no loyalty to Jill after what she had done to him. He could tell Mary that Jill wasn’t just catching souls as they crossed— no, her role was much more active than that—much more “hands-on.” He wondered how Jill did the deed. Did she use a weapon, or did she do it with her fleshie’s bare hands? The more Milos thought about it, the less he wanted to know.

“How would you save the children with no amulet to guide you?” Mary pressed. “Tell me, I’d like to know.”

If he told Mary, he suspected it wouldn’t just turn her against Jill—it would poison her against all skinjackers. If he brought down Jill, he’d bring down himself as well. It wasn’t for Jill’s sake that he kept her secret.

“Never mind,” said Milos, deflating. “But I do wish you would let me do something special for you. Something that might truly earn your trust.”

“I trust everyone until I’m given a reason not to,” Mary told him, which was nice in theory, but ridiculous in practice— so Milos gave her a teasing grin.

“And how many reasons do I give you so far?”

Mary tried to suppress a smile, but failed miserably. “I’ve lost count.”

“Well,” said Milos, “maybe I am after something more than trust.” He let the thought linger for a moment, then gave a slight, but courteous bow. “Now if you will excuse me, I have to get Pugsy some sports scores.”

He turned to go, but Mary wasn’t quite done with him yet.

“You asked for an impossible task,” she said. “Perhaps I can give you one.”