Beatrice POV
I found a package outside my door the next morning. No note, just a small wooden box wrapped in blue cloth. I picked it up carefully and brought it inside.
The box opened easily. Inside was a hair comb, carved from dark wood with small crystals embedded in the handle. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for me.
A knock made me look up. Kaelen stood in the doorway.
"Did you leave this?" I asked, holding up the comb.
"Maybe." He stepped inside, moving quietly like always. "Do you like it?"
"It's too much," I said automatically.
"It's just a comb." Kaelen sat on the edge of my bed. "I saw it in town and thought of you."
I turned the comb over in my hands. The crystals caught the light. "Why?"
"Why what?" he asked.
"Why did you think of me?" I set the comb down. "You barely
