“You made a deal for Lori’s necklace.” It wasn’t a question, but Mael nodded anyway. His cheeks burning a dark red and the tips of his ears flushing the same color. “Oh, yes. Yeah. I could um—I had a suspicion he took it, and I could feel the magic—well, I just figured you’d want it back is all.” He held it out, resting it in his palm like an offering. My fingers shook as I took it. “You offered to lie to the cops for this—for me?”
