"Now, mind telling me how my chain ended up with a crack?" he asked, his fingers brushing against the cold gemstone where the surface of the crack couldn't be felt against his fingertips.
"I didn't mean to...," Mirabella whispered, biting her lips in frustration.
"Obviously. You didn't mean to pluck the flowers from the garden, burn my book, sleep on my bed, and now there is a crack in my chain." Eros shook his head in disapproval.
Glancing at the king, Mirabella regret boarding the ship against Gideon's wishes. If she had stayed obediently at home, her series of crimes would have amounted only to pluck flowers in the garden. But now, this cracked chain solidified her future behind the bars.
"Wear it."
"What?" Mirabella asked in a daze, looking at the king, who extended the broken chain in her direction. She stared at him, confused.
