"Not much about what they do, or anything like that. But metal inlaid stones is one of their hallmarks." Taylor let out a low whistle. "Red beryl. That's rare, from what I remember from my mom's astrology books."

"Astrology, eh? You believe that crap?" Evie asked.

Taylor shrugged. "Hey, I'm just telling you what I know. It's not my fault my childhood was steeped in hippie-dom."

"Okay, so it has some crazy astrological meaning?"

"I can't remember off the top of my head, but I can check. I should call my mom at some point and tell her I'm not coming home for Christmas."

Evie frowned. "You're not going home for Christmas? Why not?"

"Would you go to Michigan in the winter if you had a choi...

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