These babies aren’t going to be born by themselves.” Cassia Velt bit back a curse and clenched her teeth. If her mom didn’t shut up, she was gonna kill her. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t given birth before. She had…five years ago. But unfortunately, it seemed that the curse that hung over their family wasn’t broken. She had one more shot at getting rid of it once and for all. The curse of the family ring that had been handed down from mother to daughter for as long as anyone could remember was on Cassia’s mind almost every day of her life. The poesy ring was nothing special to look at. Dark gold with a gray-colored stone that legend says might be some sort of really dark ruby. But her mom had tried to polish it more than once and it never looked anything but gray. A dark, disturbing color that made it hard to look at. The legend of the ring maintained it should be passed down from mother to eldest daughter.
