Blake's gaze fell upon the delicate, shimmering bracelet resting incongruously on the dark mahogany of his dresser. A foreign object in his meticulously curated bedroom, it seemed to pulse with a silent question. He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger, the cool metal sending a shiver of perplexity down his spine. "How did you get here?" he murmured, eyes narrowing.

　　"Find something interesting?" Layla's voice cascaded into the room like a sudden breeze, her tone ...