Chapter 175

Freya’s POV

Of course, the necklace wouldn’t have been kept alongside the rest of the family crap that had been on display back at the museum.

This is what crosses my mind while Silas carefully places the jewelry round my neck, clasping it in place.

I turn to my reflection, looking at the image of myself next to Silas, like a pair. The beautiful necklace adorned on my neck and the wizard’s crouched form watching us and snickering to himself.

“You know… my grandfather believed it had some sort of power.” He says now, looking at both of us through the reflection, oblivious to the wizard staring back at us.

“Power? Like magic?” I ask, looking up at him as my ears perk up.

Is that why the wizard wants it so desperately? Because of it’s magic?

Silas chuckles at my words.

“Not that I believe in any of that but yeah, it’s rumored to be.” He admits.

From his reaction, I can see he’s a total unbeliever; if only he knew how real it