Isabella's POV
My feet halted, and I squinted my eyes thinly, trying to make sense of what I had just seen. I moved closer and lowered myself to the floor.
“What is that?” I wondered, and I picked it up. My eyes widened with shock as soon as I made sense of what it was.
“This belonged to dad. It was his favourite necklace.” I muttered and wrapped my palm around it.
“What the hell is this doing in Damien's room? I suddenly have a million questions in my head. My face twisted into a frown, and I didn't know what to think or how to react.
I brought myself up and scanned the necklace.
“Blood?” I gasped with my palm over my mouth. I didn't want to think bad of what I was seeing, but it does look like blood. My eyes burned with tears, but I quickly sniffed it back.
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