A cautious warning
His gaze flicked from the ring back to my face, and I felt a chill run down my spine. “It’s just…you should be careful who you take this to,”
he said, his voice low and careful. The sweat in my palms felt clammy against the cool metal of the ring.
His cautious warning made me even more anxious. What could be so special—or dangerous—about my ring that warranted such a cryptic caution?