Elena’s POV
The crowd expressed their understanding, wishing me a good night before dispersing. I was relieved when they led me out of the room and back to the house. London walked with me all the way to my room, his presence calm and steady.
As I sat on the bed, I smiled up at him. “Thank you, London. You should go back and join the others.”
He shook his head with a small smirk. “I will. But first, I have something for you.”
Curiosity piqued, I asked, “What is it?”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small, delicate necklace. My breath caught in my throat as I took it from him. The pendant sparkled in the soft light—simple, yet elegant.
For a moment, I was speechless. This necklace wasn’t just any gift—it was exactly what I’d wanted for my eighteenth birthday, three years ago.
