A silver pendant, perhaps half the length of her little finger, rested on a red velvet bed. She picked it up carefully. “It’s a tiny spoon.” The handle was intricately fashioned in Celtic knots and finished in a heart-shaped loop. “It’s a love spoon,” Lucian said. She turned it back and forth. “I know of them.” Celtic men fashioned them for their sweethearts. It looked freshly polished, but the inner sides of the braided strands were blackened with time, and there was a weight to the piece as though it had a history. Lucian’s expression was guarded. “My grandmother,” he said. “She gave it to
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