*Esma*
“The main part is a web of tiny strands that fit snugly around a lady’s neck,” I say, sitting at the table in the kitchen and watching as Jamie sketches what I describe.
I love the way he looks when he concentrates. Whether it’s at the paper or me, he gives each his full attention. I know my actions in Blackrock city have put him in an awkward position regarding his feelings for me and his responsibilities toward his duties. He cares about justice. He cares about me.
“And on either side of the part that rests at the hollow of a she-wolf’s throat, several knotted strands dangle down,” Eden explains. “Their length increases as they move toward the center until the one in the middle is long enough to dangle between…” Clearing her throat, she looks at me.
“I think I have the gist of
