Angus held out his clenched fist. "This is what she wanted me to give you."
He opened his burly fist and dropped something round made of gold on the table. It made a clattering noise on the wood and spun to a stop under Carter's hand.
It was a woman's gold ring with a fractured amethyst-colored stone set in its center.
When he picked up the ring between his fingers to examine it better, his eyes caught a movement beside him, and he swung his head upward to find Dahlia drifting toward him like smoke.
"That was Willows…" she voiced in a sorrowful tone.
The anguished look on Dahlia's face said it all, and silent tears streamed down her cheeks.
Carter felt a deep pang of remorse for not listening to her earlier and brushing off her concerns about what she had witnessed as an overactive imagination.
But he was more worried about why the demon had sent the ring to Dahlia and, more importantly, what did it want with her?
