Daphne's POV
Those pearls caught my attention immediately.
The strand around Lyra's neck gleamed with that unmistakable luster of genuine South Sea pearls. I had examined those exact ones weeks ago at the exclusive jeweler downtown. Each pearl perfectly matched, the kind of quality that made collectors weep. The price had been astronomical. Even I had hesitated before walking away.
My thoughts spiraled. Alpha Kaelen was letting her wear those? It defied all logic. He had to be the one buying them. No one else would drop that kind of money on Lyra. On my half-sister who was supposed to be nothing more than a political bargaining chip. A convenient body to cement an alliance.
