Jennifer Estep - Deadly Sting

“What?”

He reached inside his jacket and drew out a long, rectangular black velvet box, the sort of box you’d think would contain expensive jewelry. I wasn’t much for jewelry, other than my spider rune ring, so the box probably held something else. Perhaps a knife or some other small weapon that Owen might have crafted. Although I had no idea why he would hand me a weapon now, given that I’d killed Salina with one of the knives he’d made for me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Just something I thought you should have.”

I wondered at his mysterious words, but before I could ask him what he meant, Owen slid out of his side of the booth and got to his feet.

“Anyway,” he said, “I’m headed over to the riverboat to check on Phillip and Eva.”

“How is Phillip?”

Owen shook his head. “Complaining like usual, even though Jo-Jo fully healed him at the museum. Eva’s been on the boat all week, staying right by his side.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And what are you going to do about that?”

He sighed. “I haven’t decided yet. Got any ideas?”

“Is Eva too old to send to a convent?”

Owen laughed—the first genuine laugh I’d heard from him in weeks. He grinned at me, and for a moment, everything was perfect, and I felt like we were the Gin and Owen of old.

His laughter and his smile slowly faded away, the way these things always do. But the warmth lingered in his eyes, and there wasn’t as much tension between us as there had been before.

He nodded at me once, then turned and left the restaurant.

I stayed where I was, reached out, and picked up the box. I hefted it, and it felt surprisingly light in my hand. Probably not a weapon after all.

I put the box back down on the table and slowly cracked open the top. A surprised gasp escaped my lips.

My mother’s and sister’s rune necklaces lay inside the box, Eira’s snowflake and Annabella’s curling ivy vine.

Sunlight slanted across the table, making the silverstone runes gleam. Both necklaces looked absolutely perfect, as though they’d just been made a moment before. Even the chains looked brand-new, as though they and the runes had never even been touched, even though my mother and my sister had worn them every single day, just like Bria did her primrose necklace and I did my spider rune ring. All the black, ashy, sooty remains of Mab’s elemental Fire had been scrubbed off the runes, making them bright, shiny, and clean.

“How—when—” Words failed me, even though I was only sputtering to myself.

I hadn’t told anyone about seeing the rune necklaces at the Briartop, because I hadn’t thought there was a chance that I could somehow find them. I hadn’t wanted to get Bria’s or even my own hopes up, so I’d kept quiet, although I had asked Finn to get me a list of all the items from Mab’s exhibit that had been recovered. But the necklaces hadn’t been on it, so I’d figured that someone had swiped them in the confusion and chaos.

I’d never thought that someone would turn out to be Owen.

My head snapped up, searching for him, wondering if I could run out the door, catch him, and tell him how much the runes meant to me.

But I didn’t have to, because he was standing right outside, watching me through the window. We stared at each other for a moment.

“Thank you,” I finally mouthed.

I pressed my palm against the window, and I let him see the hope in my eyes—my hope for us. Owen smiled for a moment, and I saw the answering warmth in his gaze. He leaned over and pressed his hand to mine, even though the glass separated us.

We stayed like that for the better part of a minute, staring at each other, before Owen slowly drew his fingers away. He winked at me, then stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled away. A second later, he was gone.

But for the first time, it didn’t feel like I was losing him—it almost felt like he’d left part of himself behind with me.

It wasn’t the reunion I’d hoped for, but it was a start. Like Bria said, we had to start somewhere, even if our end destination seemed impossibly far away.

I sat there in the booth, my heart lighter and more hopeful than it had been in weeks. Owen and I weren’t back together, but I felt like we’d at least turned a corner. That maybe there was a chance for us after all.

I stared at the pendants. Maybe it was my imagination, but for a moment, they seemed to gleam even brighter than before, as if the metal shared my hopeful thoughts. I reached out and traced over the runes with my finger, just as I’d done countless times before as a child. Owen had found them and brought them back to me. I couldn’t quite believe it. That the runes were whole and with me once again. He’d given me such a lovely, thoughtful gift, such an important gift. Despite everything that had passed between us, my heart swelled with love for him—and also with hope for our future.

Smiling, I grabbed the runes, slid out of the booth, and went over to the counter to show Bria the gift that Owen had given to both of us.

One of friendship, family—and love.