Smakebiten i dag kommer nok en gang fra Crescendo av Becca Fitzpatrick. Sist hadde jeg ikke begynt på den ennå, det har jeg nå – og jeg liker den veldig godt så langt.
I pulled the ring out, and we inspected it in silence. I could tell just by looking at it that it would be loose on my thumb – definitely a man’s ring. It was made of iron, and the crown of the ring, where the stone typically sat, had a raised syamp of a hand. The hand was squeezed into a tight, menacing fist. The crown of the ring was charred black and appeared to have been lit on fire at some point.
«What the – ,»Vee began.
She stopped when I pulled out the paper. Scrawled in black Sharpie was a note:
THIS RING BELONGS TO THE BLACK HAND. HE KILLED YOUR DAD.