"You say that the stones are not inherently dangerous. But I assume the angels… changed that?"
Valerian bows his head.
Reaching his hand out, for a brief flash, Valerian's fingers disappear into a pocket of darkness. He fishes around for a second, searching, before he pulls his hands out, and floating in his fingers is that black, raven coloured stone, swirling in the lilac light of the room. Valerian is cautious with it, ensuring it does not touch his fingers as he lets it hover in the air before us, spewing a visible aura of darkness, and a tuneless hum of bitter melancholy.
Something stirs inside my chest. Something cold.
I must have made some sort of a face, because the next moment Valerian is looking at me oddly, his head tilted in confusion, like a dog at their master.
"Are you okay, chérie?"
