Lan’s lips curved, and she took on a teasing tone, meaning to break the sudden heaviness between them. “Since you have only one of the pair left, you had better choose carefully.” Zen’s eyes flickered. Gently, he took her hand and turned it so that her palm faced up. Then, carefully, he slipped his other palm over hers. The amulet felt cool as his rough fingers pressed it against her skin. “I want you to have it,” Zen said, “to remember that you are not alone. That you have lost so much, but I…I am glad to have found you.”
