My jeans slid to the floor as I undressed, absently hopping on one foot to pull the tight cuff from around my foot. I left the light off, the faint glow from the bathroom across the hall casting
illumination under my closed door more than enough to see by. Mind on other things-like how best to make sure this string of good luck with Mom and GreatGram continued-the rattle of something falling to the hardwood floor just at the border of my fluffy area rug caught me by surprise.
The locket. I bent and picked it up, tossing my jeans aside, examining the piece of jewelry with my demon vision. Innocuous, plain with a bit of scrollwork carved into the cover, a tiny pin at the top the trigger to open its hinges. I pressed the lever, looked inside, a bit disappointed there was nothing to see. Jus
