I must’ve dozed off when I heard the jingle of keys and footfalls approaching. Alerted, I pulled myself to my feet, thankful my pain had eased slightly. I privately thanked my angel genetics for that. In my world, fast healing was a welcomed thing. I leaned against the wall to balance my wobbly legs. I stilled, barely breathing, staying calm as I listened. Whoever was coming, I braced myself, expecting the worst.
Suddenly, I remembered my necklace. I reached for it. It was gone! I dropped to my knees on the floor, scurrying for it, hoping it had fallen. With no light and an injured eye, I came up empty-handed. My worst fear was that someone took it. “Crap! I’m screwed,” I murmured to myself as I rose to my feet.
When the footfalls halted, there stood my loving sister.
“I hope you are en
