Necklace

Stefan continued to ogle at the necklace that he had found and he couldn't get his eyes off it. The name had been well engraved on it and he couldn't help but praise the hand there had made it.

"Sarah! Goodness knows where she must be at the moment," he thought to himself, placing the necklace on the bedside table. There was only one person who could own it - the lady that had brought him the previous night.

He remembered her face more vividly than he did earlier and the way she had spoken to her. She sounded so soft and tender as they conversed the previous night at the club..

Her hand against his body gave him goosebumps and she had even topped it by driving him home. He could bet her kind was rare and only a few would still exist.

Out of the blue, he jumped to his feet with a stern face. "I need to find her. It's a must," he muttered as he began to pace the room.

There was no doubt finding her ess going to prove very hard especially as there was no way he could contract her. She di
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