Lucia
The coffee was barely cooling in her stomach when Lucia found herself bathed in the blue glow of a computer screen, looking at a dizzying array of colored bubbles on a map.
“These are all jewelry shops?” she asked, unable to hide her disbelief. “Why so many?”
“Because Capitalism,” Alex responded dryly, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He zoomed in on a particular district. “Let’s do this. Go to my mom’s shop first. If anyone in Havenwood knows the origins of an obscure magical artifact, it’s her.”
His long, slender fingers lifted the chain from her neck, his touch feather-light as he brought the locket into the lamplight. Lucia’s breath hitched, her skin tingling where his fingers had brushed against her.
The air in the cabin suddenly grew heavy, the temperature dropping
