Beatrice POV
"A month too long." His thumb stroked over my knuckles. "I've thought about you every single day."
"I've thought about you too," I admitted.
"Good thoughts?" His smile was hopeful.
"Very good thoughts." I stepped closer. "Darius, I"
"Before you say anything." He pulled a small box from his pocket. "I brought you something, a courting gift."
He opened the box. Inside was a delicate bracelet made of silver and moonstone. Each stone glowed with inner light.
"It's beautiful," I whispered.
"It's spelled." He took it from the box. "If you're ever in danger, if you need me, just touch the center stone. I'll feel it. I'll come."
He clasped it around my wrist. The metal was warm against my skin. The moonstones pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
"Thank you," I said. "But Dariu
