I couldn’t stop staring at the necklace Seraphina gave me. It was so pretty , silver with this fancy crest thing in the middle that looked like a crown mixed with roses and thorns. Every time I touched it, my fingers got all tingly. Like it was trying to tell me something important. I wore it under my hoodie so nobody at school would see, but I kept reaching up to feel it against my skin. It made me feel… special. Like maybe I belonged somewhere.
Damian noticed it the second we got back to the safe house that evening.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice suddenly sharp. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me change into one of his big black shirts like he always did. His eyes went straight to the chain around my neck.
I pulled the necklace out shyly, letting it rest on my ches
