Agnes
The stone was gone.
Stolen right from under our noses.
“Elijah,” I breathed, whirling around to face him. “It’s gone.”
“What do you mean it’s gone?” he demanded, pushing past me to see for himself. His eyes widened when he saw the empty space where it should have been. “Fuck.”
My mind raced. It had to be Lena. My father had all but confirmed it; “Your home is compromised,” he had said, all the while looking right at her. She had helped us find the stone in the first place, and had shown a suspicious amount of interest in it. And now it was missing. The timing was too perfect to be a coincidence.
“Lena,” I growled, already turning on my heel and heading for the door. Elijah grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Lena?”
I wrenched my arm away. Heat blazed t
