The ring sparkled under the streetlights, a small but undeniable weight on my finger. I couldn’t stop staring at it. No matter how much I tried to look away, my gaze kept drifting back.
We were almost at the car when someone approached, moving with the kind of purpose that made my skin prickle. The man held a bag in his hands, and my breath caught when I recognized it. Suspiciously like mine.
Scratch that. It was mine.
"We managed to track them down," the man informed, holding it out toward Sabastine.
Sabastine nodded once, taking the bag from him before turning to me. Without a word, he held it out.
I grabbed it immediately, my fingers tightening around the worn leather strap. "Thanks," I murmured, quickly unzipping it. My phone, my wallet, everything was still inside, exac
