LEANDER’S POV
Athena's eyes stayed on my neck, her brows drawing together as she asked again. “Where is the necklace, Leander? You're supposed to be wearing it. Where is it?”
I exhaled, already knowing where this was going. “I’m not wearing it,” I muttered, my tone sharper than I intended.
Athena sighed, sounding every bit like someone who’d had this conversation a hundred times in her head already. “Leander, that necklace is an heirloom of the royal house of Celestial Dawn,” she said, her voice hardening like she was scolding a stubborn kid. “It’s a symbol of your authority as the heir to the Aurelian bloodline, Leander. Just like the ring on your finger. Especially today, of all days, you should wear it. You’re about to do something that will mark you as your father’s heir. You can’t
