“Your jade disk,” I gasp. “Where is it?” “It must’ve fallen off in the fire.” His eyes flit away to the remnants of my old home. I spin toward the house, ready to launch into the hot embers, but he grips my arm. “Let go, Ethan.” I swat at his hand. “We have to find it. It was your mom’s.” “My mother’s,” he murmurs, not loosening his hold on my arm. “It’s no use. I looked for hours while you were out. I couldn’t find it.”
