Frowning at him, I delve all the way to the bottom of his pocket, until my fingers find something.
Something small, round, and metal.
My pulse thrumming along my nerve endings, I withdraw the object and hold it up. Then I stare at it with wide eyes, parted lips, and a profound sense of shock.
Kage takes the ring from me and slips it onto the third finger of my trembling left hand.
He murmurs, “It’s a Russian love knot. The three interlocking rings signify different aspects of devotion. White gold is soft. It molds to the hand, the way love molds two people together. Yellow gold is hard, the way true love is hard against anything that tries to break it. And rose gold is rare.” He looks deep into my eyes. “Like what we have between us.”
When I burst into tears, he looks mortified. “Oh s
