I looked down at the box. It was perhaps the size of my splayed hand, flat, neatly crafted from brown leather. I flicked my gaze back to Max. I couldn’t help it. A lump was already rising in my throat. He barked a rough chuckle. “Open it before you give me that look. It could be a terrible gift.” I obliged, and all I could do was sit there and blink at what was revealed, utterly stunned. Inside the box was a golden necklace in a bed of black silk. The back of it was an elegant thread of gold, which then widened into a beautiful, tangled mass of glimmering butterflies. Their wings were so
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