For the first time, she actually looked at him. Her eyes softened. “No, you aren't, are you? I am Phoebe,” she said, offering her hand. Owen took it.
Her eyes widened. “Ah! It was you I was looking for.” Her eyes grew thoughtful. “A very good man, indeed.” She stripped a thick copper bracelet from her arm and handed it to him. It was heavy in his hand.
“This is for you. Put it on, Owen.” She waited expectantly until he had slipped it around his wrist. She smiled and kissed his cheek, the scent of wine heavy on her breath. She was almost as tall as he was. “A reward from the God.”
She ignored his blank stare and turned to walk away, then stopped. “Can I give you my number? For the telephone?”
“Sure,” Owen replied, confused. He wasn't sure he would call this girl. There was something dis
