SERAPHINA’S POV
My fingers hovered over the ribbon on the box for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling it loose and lifting the lid.
Inside, nestled against a pale velvet lining, was a necklace.
A slender silver chain held a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. Fixed in its hollow center was a single pearly blue stone. Moonstone.
My breath caught.
It wasn’t expensive-looking. It wasn’t meant to be. But…
The line came back to me—the one I’d woven at the end of The Sound of Midnight Waves: ‘You deserve the world,’ the hero told his love. ‘If I could, I would take a piece of the moon and hang it on a necklace for you.’
It was a sweet, sentimental line. But it always had a deeper meaning—one I never explained to anyone, not even Elaine. It was for me, for
