[Regulfsson Mansion—Night—Leif's POV]
"Hmm… what do you think of this, dear?" Mother held out a ring box with the kind of flourish that would make Broadway jealous. The green emerald inside sparkled like it had stolen all the moonlight.
I leaned in, narrowing my eyes like a detective interrogating a suspect. "...It's... good. But…" I waved my hand dramatically, "it feels like… it's missing something!"
Alvar, sitting across from us like he was auditioning for the role of World's Chillest Human, sipped his tea. "Honestly, we should go with the Trivium core stone rin—"
"SHUT UP!"
Mother and I shouted in perfect unison. Our eyes locked on the rings as if daring anyone to interrupt our solemn, highly dramatic moment.
Alvar froze mid-sip, clearly realizing he was now in the crossfire of a supernatural mother-son alliance.
