The Art of Revenge
She pressed her hand more firmly against his shoulder and gave a slight shake of her head.
The gavel dropped.
“Sold!”
A final murmur ran through the room as the paddle holder in the far left corner celebrated his win.
The old man let out a long breath, then looked at Serena with somber eyes. “You’d better be right about this.”
“I am,” Serena said calmly, her eyes drifting back to the raw gemstone now being carted off the stage.
She could see it all.
Somehow, ever since her rebirth, Serena had been able to see straight through the outer crust of gemstones. The internal structure—fractures, inclusions, clouding, even the way light might behave after cutting—appeared in her mind with uncanny pr