Page 459 of Black Reign

“How many diamonds?”

“Enough.”

“That is not an answer.”

“Christmas.”

She turns back toward me.

“I don't have yours yet.”

“You married me.”

She blinks.

“That was disgustingly romantic.”

“I know.”

“Who are you?”

“Temporary malfunction.”

She rises onto her toes and kisses me.

Soft.

Warm.

Then again.

When she pulls back, her hand stays at my neck.

“Thank you.”

“You haven't seen the other one.”

She freezes.

“There is another?”

“Yes.”

“You're impossible.”

“I've been told.”

The second gift requires opening the study door.

Two Blackwell security men wheel in a black equipment case large enough that Sabine immediately becomes suspicious.

“What did you buy?”

“Technically several things.”

“Xavier.”

The men leave.