I heard Diane and Paris’s whoops and the enemy shifters’ gasps.

“What the fuck?” I couldn’t help but cry out, my eyes widening. “Are you serious, Faerry? This isn’t a joking matter. Is it worth that much? If I ever sell it, I never need to work another day!”

“You won’t sell it, not even on the black market!” Jason growled. “This heirloom has been kept for you for an eon. Only my Bride has the right to wear it.”

“That’s so sweet, my king,” I said sheepishly, ...