SKY
My hand goes to my chest again and again. My heart won’t slow down. My eyes lift from my books, and panic settles in fully.
The necklace is gone. Damien has it. He has to. He’s the only one I’ve spent time with these past few days. I never take it off. Never. I know that for a fact.
I yank open my desk drawer, ready to grab my phone and call him, when a soft tapping sound hits the window. Pebbles. One after another. The sound pulls me away from the rising fear.
I walk to the window and shove it open. “Do you have my necklace?”
Damien stands below, relaxed, like nothing is wrong. He lifts two fingers and curls them toward himself. “I might.”
My stomach twists. “What do you mean, you might? I didn’t misplace it. It’s important.”
He tilts his head, studying me like this is amusin
