Lior wasn't sure what it was, but whatever had just happened, he was grateful it occurred at the right time. Relief washed over him, and a faint smile tugged at his lips as he looked at the prince.
"I don't know what happened… perhaps it's just your conscience stopping you," he said lightly, though inwardly his curiosity burned.
Daemar arched a brow. "Or, it might be the thing strapped to your hand."
"My hand?" Lior muttered, lifting his arm. His eyes widened. A slender bracelet of glowing purple clung to his wrist, pulsing faintly as though alive. He froze, utterly bewildered. He had no recollection of ever putting it on, nor did he know when it had appeared. Instead of simply being thankful for its timely intervention, his mind now demanded answers. How had it come to be there? And why?
He turned his wrist back and forth, watching the light shimmer across its surface, then raised his eyes to Daemar. His brows furrowed deeply. "What exactly happened to you just now?"
