Blue Iris
“A sweater chain necklace with personalized pendant—it’s not a perfume bottle.”
“No. It has no scent, and it’s empty?” She wasn’t sure about her answer anymore. This conversation affected, and again, it was because of me.
“It looks like a Lapis lazuli.”
“A Lapis what?” Gael asked.
“A deep blue rock. A long time ago, this rock is expensive than gold. A Tsarevich egg is made of this stone for Empress Alexandra.”
“And who the fuck is Empress Alexandra?” Frost asked, mocking Darick.
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