Callum’s POV
I had been wandering the market street, waiting for Bianca to come out of a nearby shop she’d insisted on stopping in, when I saw her: Liora, brushing past me in a leather jacket I’d never seen her wear, amber hair trailing behind her.
And then I saw the brooch. It fell out of her pocket, bright blue and ornate. Even from afar, I could tell it was precious. I grabbed it and jogged after her.
“Liora! Liora, you dropped your—”
But it wasn’t her. The girl turned slightly, just enough so I could see the side of her face, and I realized that it was just someone who vaguely resembled Liora.
In my moment of shock, I lost her. She slipped into the crowd before I could catch up with her, and then she was gone.
“Damn,” I muttered, looking down at the pendant in my
