The package was small, wrapped in plain brown paper. If it hadn't been for the familiarity of the handwriting scrawled over it Lex would have sent it directly to security. After all, once a few bombs get mailed to you, you start to be a bit more cautious. But this was safe. This was from her.
He ripped at the paper until it lay scattered over his office floor like so many dead leaves. A small box with a note taped to the lid. When he opened it, he could swear he almost caught the faint scent of a Smallville autumn. Seeing what was in the box, he tore the note from the lid and scanned it.
{Something to remind you of your home town. I'll be back soon, lover.}
The box dropped to the floor as he brought the ring closer to his face. The green stone seemed to glow in the light of the fading sun, and his lips began to curl into a malevolent smirk.
This was going to be fun.
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