He slid the familiar wooden box off a shelf and set it on the small table. “The stone is still here?” Faith asked. “I thought you would have had it under armed guard.” Darius shrugged. “Since we’re going to be working with it all the time, I moved it down here.” “I just thought you’d have it in a safe or something. I mean, this is the Stone of Igarle, a stone of incredible power. Everybody’s after it.” “Normally we keep it in a vault, but I think it’s fine to leave it here while you’re working with it. Besides, with the security in this house, no one could get past the gates to make it this far, even if they knew it was here.” “I’m surprised your family lets you get away with that.” “They trust me.” He smiled. “And I trust you.” A simple statement, yet warmth flooded her body. She glanced down at the box, more to compose herself than anything. “Your sister might disagree.” “Don’t worry about her. My family put me in charge of this project, and besides, I’m the oldest.
