Elena felt every kiss of air across her skin as she picked up the silver object.
A lighter case.
Turning it over to inspect it, Elena swallowed.
Goosebumps pelted on her arms and an icy chill dampened her senses.
That familiar letter A inscription and that axe symbol.
Her only lead to the underboss.
After that night at the masquerade ball, she had kept the case away from Vincenzo and had done all she could to find its origin, secretly, with the help of Ruby.
Every single day spent tracing that object had been pure hell. All discoveries were no discovery at all and the only fact that had been drawn in the end was that it was a rare collection, crafted in Vernice for a special client.
There was no clue as to how many of them were created, but right now… Why was this here?
Elena
