The Emerald Heirloom

Maeve

Raising a hand to see Knox off, I pivoted toward the pickup lane, fully expecting to find Grandfather Alaric waiting by the curb. Instead, Dalton stood leaning against the passenger door.

“Hey, Dalton!” A grin broke across my face as I practically skipped across the asphalt to meet him.

Right as I reached him, a low, vicious snarl ripped from somewhere across the parking lot. I whipped my