On the ride home, Marcelo didn't say a single thing.
I don't understand why he has a concerned look on his face.
The ring is a fake.
I mean, it glows and s**t but so does the lava lamp in my room.
Marcelo tapped a finger against the wheel. "You said you found the ring in the attic?" he asked.
I debated whether or not I should tell him I found a necklace too.
"Yeah."
He looks stressed. I'll tell him the other part another day.
"So, will people come and try to kill me?" I question.
"They won't...maybe," he replies. "Only descendants can use the items."
"Maybe?"
"I mean, if the ring is real, they would want it."
My brows pinched together, "What do the items do?" I cannot believe I may potentially die because of an item I can't use.
But, if I could use it, can you imagine what
