Mr. Garcés didn’t say anything to me. He reached into his shirt pocket, taking out something that stayed hidden in his large hand. He made a fist and put his arm straight out towards me, then gestured for me to hold out his hand. I did so, and he lowered his fist slowly over it. He opened his fist, and I felt something drop onto my palm. My hand automatically closed.
“Look at it,” he said in a gentle voice.
I opened my hand and there was an oval shaped signet ring crafted with polished sterling silver. Engraved on the inside was my name—Azriel. Master Garces let out a deep breath and nodded, then turned to leave. I could feel my legs wanting to run after him.
“Wait,” I said. He stopped and turned around.
“What?”
“So you still like me even after I rejected you again?” I asked.
“I don’t like you. I love you.”
“When will you be at your house?”
“Tonight after ten.”
“I’ll be there, Daddy.”