“What are you doing?” I asked.
When he’d finished breathing on the last flower he picked up the chain and held it out for me to inspect. The entire chain had been crystallised. Talk about cold breath!
“Go on, touch it,” he encouraged me. “It’s hard as rock and won’t break.”
I tapped a fingernail on the white petals and they chimed like a crystal glass being rapped with a fork or knife to call people to attention.
“It’s beautiful.”
He inclined his head slightly and pushed the crystal chain towards me.
“For you mademoiselle.”
“But it’s yours,” I whispered. “I made it for you.”
“A trade,” he said and took the chain from my head, turning it into crystal as well. “I shall keep yours as a memento of our friendship.”
I could live with that.
Danny took my hand and pulled me to the bedroo
