Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“This was my sister's,” he explains, holding it up in front of his face with a look of pure misery. “It's beautiful.” Those gorgeous green eyes, now a shade lighter than I've ever seen them, flick from the locket to me in a silent debate. Until, without warning, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around, swinging the necklace in front of my face so he can put it around my neck. “I want you to have it.”
