“Give it back.” Salazar’s voice became as cold as ice.
“What is it? Doesn’t seem valuable?” I ran the pebble between my fingers.
Salazar’s face changed slightly, but he was still hiding under the stony mask of a tired person. Who cares about nothing and doesn’t give a damn about anything. But, this small stone between my fingers means something. But why can it be so important? I looked back at the white stone in my hands, trying to understand what it was for. Is it a memory? Maybe some kind of enchanted splinter? A gift? The thoughts are endless, but until Salazar speaks, nothing will be clear.
“Give me what is mine.” Salazar repeats his words, this time raising his voice an octave higher.
“How do you think this stone is disintegrating fast? Or maybe melt it? Hmm...” My gaze return
