Alexander's POV:

The ring sits in the center of my palm, catching the lamplight in a way I find irritating.

*Star Moon Tear.* The jeweler used that name when he showed me the stone—pale center, deep outer field, the kind of cut that pulls light from any direction and gives it back fractured and precise. I told him it was excessive. I bought it the same afternoon, before I'd said a single word to Anna about any of it. Antony has been smug about that ever ...