a P

r an hour. The urn in my lap. The Atl

my lips to the cool wood. The wolf in me whined, low and wounded, curling around th

d sand from my

ouse foyer. No key. Eleanor had seen to th

ng caught every wo

ia, bright with glee. "No pedigree, no career. Sh

ut that's over. Caroline is the right match. Yale.

o flatter me. But I do feel for Cora. She tries so hard.

Eleanor cooed. "You're

m laughed. Warm.

on of a death I'd pronounced hours ago.

sed th

door. Her smile d

into the living

a flash of deep blue. A sapphire. Teardrop cut. Silver chain. A

er's ne

and auction houses. The one that surfaced at a charity gala weeks ago. The first and only time in three years I'd t

r rece

the woman who'd knocked my pare

nt. The terrible, focuse

ister that made Caroline's own dormant wolf

, this? Vance gave it to me. A little

apphire. The only thing she left in this world. I t

nce. Teardrop sapphires are common. You're being para

let her

roline's neck and yanked. The silver snapped with a clean ping. Caroline sh

a lunged. "Yo

r brother had no right to give it away, and you had no right to wear it." I looked at Carol

ay, tie still sandy, jaw working. He took in the scene. Me, rigid

ears springing instantly. "I told her you

said was 'done.' And you draped it on her." I didn't raise my voice.

a chunk of old glass. I'll buy you a better one. Cart

ass. T

ad, the one I'd been holding because my father as

ey. I don't want anything from you." I tucked the sapphire into

om wen

ngrateful little after everythi

Turned ba

e the irony. "You're right, Eleanor. You've done so much." I let my gaze swee

against my chest. The