Chapter 42

"I will when you go," I state, waiting for Elijah to leave. And he does, allowing me solitude as the door shuts. Turning back to the bed, I pull upon the ribbon, watching as it falls down, the wooden box simple without it. I open the box, only to raise an eyebrow at the piece within the box. A simple pair of opal earnings, and underneath, something that confuses me yet surprises me. A dagger, a simple silver dagger with a engraved handle of leaves. Elf for sure. "To defend myself I bet," I mutter to myself, sarcasm dripping my tone as I think of the sword used to slit Steven's throat. Whatever her end game is, I really want to know. But is she a friend of foe? I set the box and items on the nightstand, getting into bed, under the sheets as the actions of only two hours ago flood my memory, my face flushing bright red. I just hope I never lose my mind like that again and forget common sense. Closing my eyes, I try and find peace as the darkness is