Audrey wasn't even sure Rowan understood the nonsense spilling out of his own mouth. He kept barking her name like some frenzied dog who had lost the scent of reason—all to defend Lisa.
If he hadn't mentioned the necklace, she wouldn't have felt the fury clawing up her throat.
But the moment he did, the memory hit her like a fang to the jugular—the necklace she had guarded so carefully… the fake one.
Lisa strutted around with the real piece, flaunting it like some pure-blooded Luna in her prime, while Audrey had held on to a worthless imitation, treasuring it against her chest as if it were sacred. And Rowan expected her to just sit still and accept that betrayal? That mutt could rot in the Blackthorne woods for all she cared.
