"What's this?" he asked, the chain dangling between his fingers, an obsidian-colored ring acting as a pendant for the necklace. "And why do you wear two chains?"
Haven merely shrugged. Telling him the real reason was similar to showing him that she was utterly defeated whenever he was near. "My fashion choice, my rules," she said, tilting up her chin, trying to appear superior but failing miserably as he broke off into a chuckle.
"Sure, I believe you."
She was close enough to smell him, that damn infuriating, blissful scent. Haven couldn't think straight. The heaviness and depth to it, of spice and earthiness and smoke and liquor, dizzied her. All she could see was Zei's grey eyes glimmering like molten silver under the moonlight.
Sliding the ring off the chain, she offered it to him, staring down at the ground, too embarrassed to show her face to him. He might see something there that would ruin her forever, but wasn't she already doomed at his hands?
