Raw Pleasures
Clunk.
The safe door swung open. There, on a velvet cushion, lay the Cordelia Locket. It seemed to pulse with a dark energy in the dim light. He reached for it, his fingers closing around the cold silver. A jolt, like a static shock, ran up his arm.
He had it.
He secured the locket in his pocket and retreated, locking the study door behind him. He was back in the throng of the party within five minutes of leaving it. The ease of it was dizzying.
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