Lynn's POV

I was still half asleep when Grayson pressed something into my hand.

A velvet box. Small, flat, heavier than expected.

I sat up. He was already dressed, watching me with the expression of someone who has been awake for a while and has been waiting, with difficulty, to do this.

"Open it," he said.

I did.

The pendant was silver — crescent-shaped, with two stones set into the curve. One pale blue. One deep amber.

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