“Hang on,” Orion said, moving forward and taking something from his pocket. He held out the beautiful ruby necklace Darius had gifted to my sister and her eyes widened in surprise. “I reclaimed it for you during the battle,” he said, and Tory took it from him possessively, squeezing it tight between her fingers. “Thank you,” she whispered, the fact that he’d saved it clearly meaning a lot to her.
