Stefani
Stefani
“What is this?”
I’d invited them in and we’d gone straight to the kitchen, mostly because I knew Kovo had a bigger appetite than a teenage boy.
I ran my fingertips over the delicate symbols and swirls on the outside of the metal box. About the size of a shoebox, the piece was obviously heirloom, high quality, and very old. It didn’t look exactly like gold, but it didn’t look like anything else, either. It was unique.
“That belonged to Velik’s grandmother. He wanted the girls to have it.” Kovo’s explanation made my heart skip a beat.
“He what?”
“He wanted Alena and Terra to have his grandmother’s cuffbox. They were very close when Velik was growing up. The piece has sentimental value as well as practical.” Kovo sounded like a lawyer informing me of the terms of Velik’
