Paris was enjoying the story. “We left.” “And what did Paul say?” “Paul isn’t happy,” I said. “Paul thinks I’m mean – and stupid.” “And what do you think?” Kelsey asked curiously. She was sitting on the floor with a textbook open in front of her. “I think Paul is a complete moron,” I said, reaching underneath my shirt and withdrawing the pilfered necklace. “I’m more interested in finding out what this is.” Paris held her hand out, letting me drop the blue-stoned piece of jewelry into her palm. “Wow. This is … .” “Horribly ugly,” Kelsey finished. “And that’s being generous,” Paris agreed. “How can you be sure this is what he was looking for?” “Why would that be in a wolf house if it’s not something special or magical?”
