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“Visions like the ones you are experiencing are powerful. They may mean something,” she tells me.
When Mother places it around my neck and the opal settles over my sternum, I realize the stone is unnaturally warm. It feels almost … alive. My mother’s hands linger on the clasp, and I catch a rapid series of expressions crossing her face. Relief, fear, and something that looks almost like triumph.
“Interesting necklace,” he says, voice pitched low, oddly intimate and antagonistic at once. “Something so opulent on a commoner might draw the wrong kind of attention. Where’d you get it?”
“Well then, you might want to read up on the history of that kind of opal before you start parading it around.” The fuck does that mean?
“The lady is spoken for,” Stark says sharply, his hand tightening on my waist. I’m what?! That’s it.
When Killian turns to smile at me with triumph glowing in his eyes, I realize what just happened. The king has formally approved of our relationship. I know I should be happy, but the words still tug at me. Due approbation? Why did he say it like that?

