Jameson POV
As we entered her office, Mercedes indicated that Chris, Jonathan, and I should sit in the three chairs in front of her desk, while the others settled themselves onto the two couches and other chairs against the walls. She opened the safe and reached in, pulling out a small, square felt purple jewelry box. My curiosity was piqued. What could possibly be in a box so small that was so important?
Mercedes carefully set the box down on her desk, then slid it to Chris. “The three of you and myself are the only ones that can open this box,” she explained. “I sealed it many years ago with fairy magic, in order to protect the contents from those that would try to misuse its power. However, I must warn you, there are some rather unsavory characters that will, without a doubt, sense
