Maelis

His whole attention was on me as he cleared his throat, looked away, and closed his fingers tightly around it. “It’s just a reminder,” he said quietly.

He gave a low chuckle, staring down at the necklace as he added, “It belonged to someone. A very important person to me.”

I froze, my mind reeling. Someone important?

What kind of bullshit was that supposed to mean?

Because I knew that necklace, every curve, every detail of it. It was mine after all. The same one he gave me on my eighteenth birthday. The same night of our mating ceremony.

So now he’s sitting here, pretending it’s just some random...