Page 457 of Black Reign

“Come here.”

She does.

The first gift is small.

Very small.

Black velvet box.

She eyes it suspiciously.

“You already gave me a ring.”

“This isn't another one.”

“Good. I only have ten fingers.”

I hand her the box.

She opens it.

For once, Sabine has no immediate response.

That's rare enough that I enjoy it.

A thin white-gold chain lies against black velvet.

At its center hangs a miniature London Bridge.

Delicate.

Almost architectural.

The railings, towers and tiny suspension details picked out in white gold.

Small diamonds trace the bridge lights.

Not enough to make it gaudy.

Enough to catch every movement.

Sabine touches it with one fingertip.

“Xavier.”

“Turn it over.”

She does.

On the back, microscopic engraving.

Two words.

STILL HERE.

Her eyes fill instantly.

Fuck.