Anya almost laughed. Who leaves something for the strange girl with the giant snake? But curiosity won out.
At the lawyer’s office, she was handed a small, velvet-wrapped parcel and a letter. The parcel contained a necklace—a delicate gold chain with a single, teardrop-shaped sapphire.
The letter, written in a shaky, elegant script, read: “She watched you like you were her sun. You reminded me of myself, years ago, when I too believed a wild thing could be tamed by love. But be careful, my dear. Love doesn’t always mean safe.”
The strange part? The necklace used to be hers. She hadn’t even realized it was gone.
