KARDEN.
Miriam would be the death of me.
Those were the words running through my mind as I watched her in the old worn-out gown she wore. Despite the gown being old, it did not, in any way, diminish her confidence. Her beauty.
I was so into looking at her that I faintly heard her voice roll away without actually catching on to what she was saying. At least, not until she squeezed her hand that I held lightly to bring me back to consciousness.
"What?" I asked, clearing my throat as I looked around, hoping that she didn't notice how I was staring at her shamelessly.
"Your pendant," she said, inclining her head towards the pendant on my neck. "It's glowing."
I dropped my gaze to the pendant, which was indeed glowing. The glow was faint, however, not as it glowed the first time we placed
