My heart skipped a beat, but I forced my expression to remain calm, unwilling to let her see my slip.
“You know where it is, don’t you?” she purred, her index finger grazing my lips as she circled me like a predator playing with its prey. “Spill the beans already, don’t be a naughty boy.”
Even though I had masked my reaction, she’d already caught it in that fleeting moment.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said flatly, forcing every word to sound steady. “I was washed up here after a shipwreck. I’ve never heard of, let alone seen any ‘reality-shaping stone.’”
She studied my expression for a long moment before smiling. “I suppose you won’t believe you’re dead until you see the coffin.”
Then she turned her head slightly. “Bring it here, Jack.”
The burly man gave a curt bow a
