Carrying the Beast Child
I stared at it like it was a ticking bomb.
"Open it," he said quietly.
"No."
"It's not poisoned," he added, lips twitching bitterly.
I clenched my jaw but reached for it anyway—half wanting to throw it back at him, half needing to see what kind of hell this bastard thought could fix what he did.
The lid opened with a soft snap.
My throat closed.
It was a necklace. But not just any necklace.
The diamond at its center was obscene. A monster cut—flawless, cruelly pure, almost the size of a goddamn egg. Around it were dozens of smaller stones, delicate and sharp. The platinum chain glittered like blood under moonlight.
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