Before Addison could answer, he removed the ruby pendant from around his neck. He gently took her hand, placed the pendant in her palm, then closed her fingers around it, his other hand wrapping around hers as though sealing his unspoken concern.
"I'll leave my necklace with you. You can use it to track the traces of dark magic…" Maxwell said quietly, his tone unusually solemn.
Only he understood the true weight of that gesture. That pendant was something he had never allowed anyone else to even touch. Yet now, he was placing it in Addison's hand without the slightest hesitation.
Giving it to her wasn't just practicality; it was trust, deep and absolute.
A silent declaration that what belonged to him… he already considered hers as well.
Addison looked down at her hand, his much larger one still wrapped around it. She pressed her lips together, feeling the weight of the item it carried, before she finally nodded. "Alright… thank you," she said softly.
