“I wanted to give this on your birthday, but a parting gift seems good too….”
I sat up with a start, rubbing my eyes groggily. Brushing my hair to one side, I let my fingers brush across my collarbone. It had all felt so real. How could one dream about something so vividly?
My forehead creased with deep lines as my fingers brushed against the crystal. I clearly remembered selling this pendant. How did it end up around my neck again? Who was the man that had bought it for me?
A gust of wind left my lips forcefully as I stretched my arms. I wondered if the man was Alistair. Wasn’t he the first one to notice it after it appeared around my neck again?
I ran my fingers through my hair and grunted. That didn’t seem right. The vibes given off by the man in my dream didn’t match Alistair.
