Fiona’s POV
“You all recognize the necklace she wears, don’t you?”
Slowly, I lift my head up as Micah’s acidic tone threatens to eviscerate everything in his path. I watch as Alara gasps, her eyes fastened on the necklace he has taken off my neck. A slow and devilish smile forms on Micah’s face, and instantly, I know I never want him to look at me like that.
It’s dangerous and terrifying.
“Yes, it’s my mother’s family heirloom, passed down only to the females of the family, and since she never had any daughter, it is supposed to go to my wife.”
I watch as the Lycan king goes pale, his eyes fastened on the precious ring that hangs from the necklace.
“Why would Fiona need to steal anything from my mother when she already wears the most precious thing my mother ever owned?”
My mouth dr
