Jake looked at Declan, at his outstretched hand, holding the ring of gold and jade. In his own hand, Jake twirled the stone from finger to finger. The bird hung in the air.
“I broke his heart,” Jake said.
Wings rose and fell. The bird flew past the pagoda.
Jake’s breath hitched. His fingers fumbled.
The stone fell.
Jake lunged for it, but the red and black stone plummeted away. It bounced off the railing below and fell toward the dragon plaza. The woman and The Management had just begun to fade when, Jake was sure, the stone’s fall must have ended in clatters and bounces, spinning the way it used to do in Jake’s fingers.
The figure in gold and silver looked up. Jake jumped back, hoping he hadn’t been seen. After a moment, he peered over the edge again.
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