Zeph's POV
I stare at the photo on my phone for a long moment before looking up at Declan and Tyler. "The necklace belonged to my mate," I say quietly, my voice tight with barely controlled rage. "My mother gave it to me before she died and told me to give it to my true mate when I found her. It has a protection spell woven into it, one that's supposed to shield the wearer from dark magic and binding spells."
"So if Sera took it by force," Tyler says slowly, "it means there's some plan at hand and it's no good."
"Exactly," I say, running my hand through my hair in frustration.
Kestrel appears in the doorway, leaning heavily on the frame because of her broken leg. She must have woken up and heard us talking. Her face is pale but determined, and she's wearing one of my oversized t-shirt
