Allana’s mouth went dry as he caught the necklace, and when he looked up at her, confused and upset, her expression grew harder, but more defensive than blank now that she had hope to defend against. She didn’t react to his half-hearted joke about her lightsaber or his muttered acknowledgement of the reality of his situation, but when he looked down at the necklace she let her gaze drop slightly to her own hands, noting her white knuckles and stiff posture, and thinning her lips slightly as she concentrated on gathering herself. This is important, this is too important to accept just because you want it to be true, she told herself, trying to draw on the reserves she would need to meet his gaze again with equanimity when all she wanted to do was believe him, to close the distance between them and reassure him (or slap him and ask him what part of what had happened was him being careful, she still wasn’t sure).
“All right,” she said quietly, letting her gaze flick over the window, checking Kon’s reflection and finding everything normal there too. “You’re not a demon or a shifter. That doesn’t mean you aren’t an alternate, just trying to get a foot in the door to cause problems.” She was quiet again for a moment, thinking of what to ask that only Kon would know, that wouldn’t be something anyone with his phone could guess by reading old messages. Then she remembered their first date, the old library she’d dragged him into and how, on their way out, she’d rebelled suddenly against the new shyness she felt around the boy she’d fought giant bugs with and competed against and dragged into museums in Paris. Before she’d had time to think she’d grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the thin crowd heading for the exit, around behind one of the stacks, and threaded their fingers together, guiding him towards her as she backed up against the books. Then, before she could lose her nerve, she’d kissed him, hesitant and determined and earnest, before breaking away and quipping, “See? I told you, you’d have fun at the library,” then laughing and turning away towards the exit again before he could see her blush.
Remembering that now was almost cruel, and she took a small step backwards before she could stop herself, as if distance would somehow steady her. If he passed this last test then he was who he said he was. If he passed then the seal had actually done the impossible, and if he didn’t then her boyfriend was really gone. “First place we kissed?” she asked, and raised her lightsaber higher, ready if he got the answer wrong.