I reached into the pocket that held it, retrieving it. It pulsed faintly in my hand—in the way Enver’s heart should have under my touch—warm and alive. Like it’d been resting against my skin the entire time, soaking in its heat. It made me pause for a moment. If Enver’s heart was missing, then . . . No, I told myself. That couldn’t be. A heart wouldn’t fit into a pedant like this, to begin with. I touched the thin piece of ruby that remained in the setting. Where was the rest of it? What happened to it?
