Eighteen
Roarke hurries into his bedroom and returns with a necklace in his hands, which he places over my head without hesitation. He steps back and lets out a long breath. “You already know what that was. Or at least, you’ve seen one before.”
I swallow, looking down at the pendant resting against my chest. It’s the same as the one I’ve seen Aurora wearing often. Silver with a black stone at its center. “Some kind of shadow creature,” I say in a shaky voice as I look up at Roarke. “From that place you and Aurora took me to.”
He nods. “You haven’t asked me anything about that day.”
“I didn’t think of it until … until very recently. There’s been so much going on. So many new things to occupy my thoughts.”
“That creature,” Roarke says as he takes his place beside me on the couch again,
