Ella
The diamond necklace was admittedly beautiful. It hung delicately from Alexander’s hands, tiny stones catching the light and throwing rainbows across the vault walls.
But it could never replace Lilith’s locket. Nothing could.
Still, the gesture itself was touching. Alexander was trying to give me his great-grandmother’s necklace in an attempt to make up for what had happened to Lilith’s locket.
“You don’t have to,” I said quietly. “It’s a family heirloom—”
“I want to.” Alexander stepped closer and twirled one finger. “Turn around.”
I did as he asked, lifting my hair out of the way. His fingers were warm against the back of my neck as he clasped the necklace, and I shivered at the contact. The diamonds settled against my collarbone, heavier than Lilith’s delicat
