Conner twisted the hoop in his ear until an opal prevented it moving further.
The wrong opal.
He’d chosen the wrong one.
And Katya had the other one, the important one.
The one that held his soul.
He’d screamed as his spirit was ripped away, trapped in the milky gem.
Katya had dropped it into a velvet bag that held dozens of them.
He’d failed to guess which one was his, and lost it forever.
“For old time’s sake.” She’d tossed him one of her collection as she vanished.
He shuddered to think he might be wearing someone else’s soul.