"What the hell?" I mutter, turning the necklace over. There's some dried blood on the chain, and it's broken.
The blood, I'm sure, is mine.
Selene pads over, her ears perked high. This is…
"My necklace. Yeah. How the fuck did it end up in my suitcase? And even that was packed all the way in Westwood territory, yet I lost this during the fight with Todd."
Her nose flares as she sniffs at it. It's a message.
"A message? From who?"
That cagey feeling again, as Selene avoids a direct answer. One who can teach you.
"Selene—we're not doing this cryptic bullshit again. Who is this a message from, and how? In fact, how did it ever show up in my apartment the first time?"
Her huff irritates me like nothing else, and I snap, "Selene, this isn't funny. I'm sick of the secrets. You're always waiting until too late to tell me things, and it isn't fair."
