Holt lifted the lid as she spoke. Inside sat coils of black braided leather with a bell, just a small silver sphere nestled amongst the braids. She didn’t expect he’d wear it, but he took it right out of the box and wrapped it around his wrist. Zylah’s fingers twitched with the urge to fasten it for him, but she watched as he did it himself, positioning it exactly how he wanted, the bell at the centre of his wrist when his palm faced up.
