22. A Mother's Words

XENDAYA.

I pull open the pouch and take out the little cloth-wrapped item inside.

What is this?

I’m not sure it’s been opened, as it’s still bound tightly with the string, but I’m sure he must have examined it. I doubt he’d just give me something without checking.

He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t blame him for it, because I do hate him.

‘I hate him too.’ Shayara growls.

I don’t know why him fucking Aslantha affected her so much, but it did.

Unwrapping the item, I look down on an amulet of some kind. From the style and craftsmanship, I can tell it’s from the Sanguine Empire.

It’s a dark antique silver metal wrapped around a ruby diamond in the centre. Flipping it over, I can see the inscriptions on the back. I read the words. Mom made sure we knew this language.

An amulet that is said to grant a level of protection to the wearer.

I smile softly. For Mom to give me this, just shows how worried she must have been, she isn’t the type to believe in protective magic or rely on them