Viya's POV
When I strode across the parking lot, my fingers closing around the real pendant in my coat pocket. My heartbeat steadied as I felt its familiar contours.
The one I'd given Miranda was Madeline's replica.
The original—the one my parents had left me—was back where it belonged. With me.
Having reclaimed the only memento I had of my parents, I was in a surprisingly good mood. Just as I was about to get into my car, a large hand pressed against the door, blocking my way.
The hand was broad, with long, elegant fingers—like polished white jade.
I didn't need to look up to know who it belonged to.
I licked my lips nervously. "I gave the pendant back to Miranda. What else do you want?"
Lucius's voice was smooth as silk. "That's not why I'm here."
"I overhear
