Morpheus's entire body seemed to freeze as his gaze locked onto the ring resting in Arabella's palm. For a fleeting second, the world around him appeared to fall away. What crossed his face was not mere disbelief, it was raw horror, an expression that had never usually appear on her face.
His breath caught, and his hand lifted instinctively, trembling as he pointed toward it.
"How did you find that...?" he whispered, his voice stripped of authority, stripped of control.
