I blush and look down. Griffon’s early. “Thanks. I’ll be right out.” I can’t carry my cello on his bike, so I pack it up to bring to Herr Steinberg’s office. It’ll be safe there until tomorrow.
I know I’m smiling as I walk down the hallway, but I can’t help it. Every time I think about seeing Griffon, I feel like I’m about to burst. The Etch A Sketch picture he made last time he was here is on a shelf in the lounge, and whenever I pass it, I feel a little jolt of pleasure.
“I hope you don’t mind me coming here.” The Australian accent startles me, and I look up to see Drew standing at the end of the hallway. “But I couldn’t wait any longer to see you again.”
“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Panic takes over as I glance around. This is my territory, my safe place, and he has no business anywhere near it.
Drew ignores my question. “I need you to give me a chance. To explain things.”
“I don’t want you to explain anything else,” I say, trying to keep my voice down. The truth is that I don’t want to be convinced. Admitting he’s right will change everything. Some people are staring at us with curiosity, so I push him into an open practice room and close the door. “I have a different life now. This has nothing to do with Allison.”
Drew’s face looks desperate as he speaks. “You don’t remember,” he says. “Or you would never say that.”
I fold my arms and try to block out the few memories I have of the time Connor and I were together. I don’t want to remember how I felt when he gave me the pendant. Or how I felt when he was led out the door for the last time. I think of Griffon’s easy smile and it grounds me, so that I can face Drew again. “There’s nothing you can say that will change anything. I’m with the person who’s destined for me.”
“You throw that word around pretty easily,” he says.
“It’s true. Griffon isn’t just Akhet. He’s Sekhem. And we’re meant to be together.”
Something dark passes over his features with this news. “Sekhem? So were the two of you happy together in a past lifetime? Did you sacrifice everything just to be with each other? Have you spent the past few centuries hoping against hope that you’d find the essence of the person you once loved so completely?”
“That’s not fair,” I say, trying not to absorb the meaning behind his words. “I’ve only just become Akhet. I have no idea what I’ve been doing the past few centuries—those are your memories, not mine.” The image of Griffon on the executioner’s stand passes through my head. How we knew each other then isn’t important. “I’m with Griffon now. That’s what matters.”
Drew seems to shrink back at my words. He can’t look at me as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, black velvet jewelry box. “I made these for you.”
I take a step back. “I don’t want anything from you.”
“I made them to complete the set,” he says, holding it out toward me. He glances at the pendant. “They’re meant to go together. Always were.” He puts the box in my hand and folds my fingers around it in a familiar gesture. I’m too stunned to object when he whispers, “With these jewels you shall have means to get away. Keep them hidden, whatever you do.”
I gasp as I recognize the words Connor said to me just before he was led away. We were alone in the room that day—there’s no way anyone else could have known. I can’t look at Drew because I’m afraid of what I might see in his face. Of what I might see behind his eyes.
I hesitate, then turn the small box and lift the lid. Inside, nestled in a velvet liner, are delicate silver earrings, each with a bright red ruby in the center. I put one hand reflexively on my pendant as the room seems to recede around me.
“This!” the old man roars, yanking the pendant from around my neck. As much as I try to stand my ground, I flinch, and my skin burns as the chain is pulled free. “This is what you had made with the Raimondi Ruby?”
Connor steps forward to form a shield between me and his father. “It is mine to do with as I please. And I chose to give it to the woman I love. Return her property at once.” His words are civil, but his tone is strong. The only hint of his anger is a slight trembling in his arm.
As an answer, his father spits in Connor’s outstretched hand. “The woman you love,” he says in mocking tones. “The whore. She is not fit to be anything but a concubine. Her low birth, her questionable parentage, her social graces—none of these things serve to recommend her to my society.” The sensation is physical as he scans me with his greedy eyes. “Although I can see how you might succumb to some of her most obvious charms.” The leer on his face is sickening as he runs one wrinkled finger across my cheek, flicking one of the ruby earrings that Connor has just given me.
In seconds the old man is flying through the air as Connor rushes at him. “Never lay a hand on my beloved again!” he screams, standing over the crumpled form. Despite my revulsion, I’m grateful that Connor has no weapon, because I have no doubt that he would use it at this moment. Instead, he pulls my pendant free from his father’s grasp. “Never touch her!”
Connor calmly walks back to me, folding the pendant into my palm and putting a protective hand on my arm as we turn to face his father. “I should go,” I whisper, the first words I’ve spoken since we were discovered alone in the garden house.
“You should listen to her, for she is finally speaking some sense,” his father says, pulling himself up to a standing position and straightening his tunic. I know that he won’t easily forgive the physical display, but I can see that Connor’s strength has made him wary. “She should go, and stop playing the lady.” He stands at his full height as he regards us, dabbing at the small cut on his lip with his sleeve. “For she will never be mistress of this estate as long as I have the breath to forbid it.”
Connor’s eyes are steady on his father as he speaks. “Then prepare to lose another son, for I would rather live the rest of my life as a pauper with my beloved than endure one more day of privilege without her. She is my wife, with or without your blessing.”
I put my hand on Connor’s chest to stop him from speaking, overwhelmed by all of the trouble I have caused. “Stop. You don’t mean that.” I look up into his green eyes, but then look away, unable to say what I must. I push past him and rush out the door, the heavy wood and iron slamming behind me. I’ve barely made it twenty paces when I feel a pull on my arm.
“Don’t,” Connor says, putting a finger to my lips as I start to speak. “Just listen. For one moment, just listen to what I have to say.” His eyes soften as he brushes a strand of hair from my shoulder. “I meant every word. I can live without the estate and the title, the trinkets and the travel to foreign lands. I can live without my family. But I cannot live another day without you.”
Connor pries my fingers open and lets the pendant dangle from its chain, kissing the ruby before tenderly fastening the clasp around my neck once again. “You are my family. The only family that I’ll ever need. Whatever happens, we are meant to be together. Forever.”
Forever. The word echoes in my ears as the memory fades and the black velvet box comes into focus. My heart is still pounding as I think of the fight, of the look in Connor’s eyes as he spoke, of the truth that I now remember in them.
“I had the earrings made for you,” Drew says softly. “Before . . .” He doesn’t finish the sentence, but we both know. Before Connor was killed. “But they were lost to time.”