etal doors slid open with a soft chime. She gr

ai

marble floor. She ran forward and slapped her hand

st rising and falling. She forced a

le. Her muscles coiled, a physical reaction to the proximity

Jessie's chest. "It's so unique. Could you... could you give it to m

xcuse. Harley accidentally cutting her finger on the clasp, her blood soaking

evator. She covered her collar with her hand,

ptive mother in the Rust Belt gave this to

fiercely only convinced Harley that the necklace was incred

ou," Harley offered

"You? You're a fake heiress living

. Her face stiffened, the sweet mask crack

d and reached for th

ed, grabbing the edge of the

let a flicker of hesitation show in her ey

isfaction warmed her blood. Country tr

if she was making a painful sacrifice

llion was almost her entire liquid savings

ished, the thought of owning that mysterious antiqu

tor threshold. Harley's thumbs flew across h

brated. She checked the screen. T

t unclasped it gently. She yanked the nec

ce at Harley like it

hands closing tightly around the

levator. She turned around, loo

shut, the corners of Jessie's mouth twi

rs clic

the elevator. The core energy of that necklace had alre

y million dollars for a us

d garage. Jessie pulled her suitcase out

ed leather seat, and looked at the driver. "T