His gaze, she thought, drifted to her necklace absently. It wasn’t a very expensive piece. It was a flat, gold disc, shaped like a half-moon, threaded on a very thin chain. It was a family heirloom of sorts, which was why she wore it constantly.
Elise touched the pendant absently. She couldn’t help remembering her grandmother, who had passed on about two years ago. The pendant had belonged to her. She had given it to Elise, as Elise would pass it on to Mara.