TAHLIA~
I looked up from the box back to him, my confusion clear on my face. “What’s this?” I asked when he said nothing, and at first, he didn’t reply. He stalked back to his seat and settled down, eyes fixed entirely on me with an intensity that had me alarmed.
“Open it.” He said and I stared down at the box again.
It was very well made, with a delicate engraving over the edges and a deep brown varnishing on the surface that made it shine despite the low lighting. My reluctance was obvious as I hesitated one too many times until he ordered again.
Steeling myself I reached for it slowly, flicking the latch to the lock open and raising the lid to peer inside. Two white, glassy oval moonstones, slightly bigger than my thumb, lay on a small velvet pillow inside. Recognition dawned at onc
