The water had barely stilled when Nirvana's handmaiden noticed the glint. She leaned in, her eyes narrowing. A sharp sliver of glass bobbed near the edge of the bath with its tip faintly tinted, the edge fine as a razor.
She reached in and pulled it out gently, her heart pounding. It wasn't just glass. Along one side, a delicate thread of silver gleamed, faint but unmistakable.
Her breath caught.
"This… this came from the perfume bottle. The one with the silver filigree." she muttered to herself.
Her gaze snapped toward the bedchamber.
The broken perfume bottle she had thrown before was made of crystal glass, but its decorative filigree which was the etched pattern on its body was accented with thin silver lines—not enough to pose a threat by simply touching it, but dangerous if shattered or handled carelessly.
It was a foreign gift Nirvana had received from an Alpha of another pack when Damon became Alpha and she had been named his woman.
