Bailey silently walked beside the museum director into the museum's private room; it pulsed steadily, like heartbeat syncing with her own, her hands gently holding on to the luminous pearl.

She could feel the treasure's agitation from where she stood. It was dissatisfied with where it had been kept. So the moment Bailey stepped forward to reach for it, the pearl in her hand shuddered as sparks of pale blue light crackled from the surface from the treasure, shooting a searing arc of spiritual ...