Rosalia’s POV:
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, turning it over in my hands for a few seconds. “What does it do?” My eyes keep being caught by the shining light refracting off of the faceted surface of the gem until I feel like I’m trapped in a kaleidoscope of rainbow lights.
“It’s a key,” Hunter gives me a puzzled look and I smile, realising the stupidity of my question. “It’s one of a pair that opens a special room that to my knowledge only two people know of. Me - and now you,” He reaches under his shirt and pulls out a key that looks to be a carbon copy of mine except with a white gem where mine’s black.
“Pretty,” I smile and reach for it until the silver cuffs on my wrist catch the light and I pull away. But before I can properly retreat to the shadows, he grabs my arm gently and pull
