by Alicia Hope
'A symbol of love and compassion,’ he whispered, pressing the cool stone into her hot hand—a hand wet with tears brushed from her face. She blinked and stared through the watery haze across her eyes at the dark object resting in her palm. It was a garnet, her garnet, Mal's parting gift. The gift she’d lost, but which had somehow found its way back to her, the way Mal never had...