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Gianna,
Itwas great to spend time with you.We’llnever forget the magic when you played with us on stage.Here’sa little something so you don’t forget us.
Theoffer still stands to join us on tour.Thinkabout it.Youwon’t regret it.
Itwas signed byZane,Gunther,Max, andViolet, and it includedZane’snumber.
Thatwas sweet.Theymust be leaving town.Andthey were right about it being an unforgettable night.
Iopened the box to see a beautiful amethyst pendant draped over luxurious black velvet.Isucked in a breath.Thisnecklace was gorgeous, set in aGothicdesign, and exactly my style.Myeyes widened asIgaped at the stunning jewelry, and my lips fell open.
Ipicked up the pendant, and it dangled from a long silver chain.
Oh,Iloved it!Whata gorgeous, elegant piece.Itwould look perfect with whatIwas wearing, a black sleeveless dress that flared out on the bottom.Thenagain, anything went with black.
AsIlifted the necklace to put over my head,Ipaused.Sebastianwouldn’t be happy about me wearing jewelry that another man had given me.
Wait, it wasn’t from a man or any potential competition.Itwas merely a friendly gesture from the entire band.Afterall, they’d all signed the card.Therefore,Ihad nothing to worry about.Besides,Ihad countless pieces of jewelry and liked to accessorize.Theright piece could turn an otherwise bland outfit into something eye-catching.
AndIcould always take off the necklace beforeIwent home.
Ugh, why wasIfeeling any smidgen of guilt over this?Itwas simply a pretty necklace.
Idraped the silver chain over my head, and the dainty pendant dangled over my chest.Walkingover to a small mirror mounted on the wall, whichIoften glanced into beforeIheaded out to make sureIdidn’t have lipstick on my teeth or mascara smeared around my eyes,Ipeered in to see the reflection of the necklace.
Iturned in either direction, and the rich purple tones sparkled as they caught the light.Itwas brilliant.
Andstrangely warm to the touch.Istared at it more closely.Itwas almost as if it hummed with something—a vibrant energy.
Ishrugged.Mustsimply be my imagination.Ileft my office to have my turn at mischief withMr.Bones.
CHAPTER9
SEBASTIAN
Thefront door of the townhouse opening drew my attention.Iput down my phone and stood to greet my mate. “Hey, babe.Howwas work?”
Giannagrunted in reply as she put down her purse.Shehung her coat on a hook.
“Toughnight at the club?”Iasked her.
“No,” she replied briskly and removed her shoes.Hertone wasn’t exactly cold, but it wasn’t exactly warm either, and she avoided eye contact.Ah, she wasn’t in a great mood.
Mywolf let out a pained sound inside, sensing the tension radiating off her.
I’dbeen about to kiss her but touched her shoulder instead. “Everythingokay?”
Sherolled her shoulder out from my touch. “Fine.”
Uhoh, the dreaded fine—which meant that things were definitely, positively, and absolutelynot fine.Andto couple that with an icy cold shoulder…WhatdidIdo?
Iheaved in a breath whileIraced over any recent thingsImight have done to irk her.DidIleave the toilet seat up?Notdo something she’d asked?
Wehad all the usual things couples argued about, from the ongoing toilet paper roll battle.Istood firmly being in the under camp whereas she wouldn’t budge from over territory.Butthat disagreement led to playful bickering.Shewouldn’t be angry over it.
Mygaze dropped to the purple necklace thatIhadn’t seen before.Thatmight be a safer topic to approach.Sheloved jewelry and had told me several times that sparkly things made people feel pretty, and she liked to feel pretty.
“Newnecklace?”Iasked.
