“I want you to have this,” he murmurs, flipping the lid open to reveal a silver chain with a beautiful wolf pendant. The silver of the pendant swirls together with an opalescent white stone. “This necklace is yours to wear, but once you put it on, I want you to keep it on. While you wear it, let it remind you that I’m in your corner and that I’ll do what I can to protect you.”
He lifts the necklace from the box and lets it dangle in the space between us. The light glints off the pendant, and I reach for it, almost in a trance. It’s so pretty with the way it sparkles and…
“Are you sure? It seems important and expensive,” I murmur and stop before touching the necklace. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”
“Fiona.” He stops me by leaning in, carefully lifting my hair, and securing
