Brielle's POV
With Jayce intercepting me at the door, I was already pissed. I didn’t want to stay here a second longer than necessary. If it weren’t for the family heirloom I’d left behind, I wouldn’t have honored their fake-ass invitation in the first place.
Austin and Lilian were waiting in the living room. They straightened when I walked in, but neither said a word.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, turning toward the hallway.
I headed straight for my old room, the one I’d stayed in when I was younger. The moment I stepped inside, I went to the drawer and pulled it open. Thankfully, the small jewelry box was still there, exactly where I’d left it.
My fingers trembled slightly as I picked it up.
Inside was the pendant my father had left me, the only thing I had left that truly belonged to m
