I set the phone down. The pendant warmed slightly. Not forgiveness. Not yet. But something less than murderous rage. An acknowledgment, maybe, that I'd texted her in the middle of the night from another woman's bed because I couldn't stand the silence.
Reyna stirred against me. Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused with sleep.
"Everything okay?"
"Natalia texted."
"And?"
"I'm still alive."
"That's a good sign?"
"The best I could hope for."
She nodded drowsily and burrowed closer, her face pressing into the curve of my neck. Her breath was warm against my skin. Her body was soft against mine. The pendant continued its cool pulse, but the temperature had stabilized. Natalia was still angry, still hurt, still planning elaborate revenge. But she wasn't escalating.
For now.
I closed my eyes and let exhaustion pull me under.
