Etwas Magisches

Both Gavriel and Evie were silent for a moment as they considered the necklace. After a few seconds, they looked up together, their gazes meeting, each filled with the same puzzlement. What could it mean? Why did the black gem resonate with Evie the moment it touched her skin?

Gavriel's frown deepened at the bizarre phenomenon. Nobles of vampire society, and even a few humans, had adorned this very gem, which always remained black on them. Nothing of this nature had happened throughout vampire history. The only time the gem's color was known to change was under the reflection of moonlight. Gavriel had never encountered anyone who could make the stone alter its hue to anything but black or silver. If such an event had occurred before, it would certainly have been common knowledge, especially to someone like him.