Page 458 of Black Reign

I didn't mean to make her cry.

She looks up.

“You had this made.”

“Yes.”

“London Bridge.”

“Where you didn't meet me.”

She laughs through the first tear.

“I was there.”

“I know now.”

“I watched you wait.”

“Ninety-seven minutes.”

“You counted.”

“I was irritated.”

“You were heartbroken.”

“I had never met you.”

“Exactly.”

I take the necklace from the box.

She turns without being asked.

I brush her hair aside.

My fingers touch the back of her neck.

Her skin warms beneath them.

I fasten the clasp.

The tiny bridge settles against her chest.

Sabine looks down.

Touches it.

“This is beautiful.”

“Good.”

“Too expensive.”

“Probably.”

Her eyes narrow.