Kane
This isn’t how I imagined proposing to Emory. I have been thinking about the right way and the right time to ask her. This past week, she has been miserable, stuck on bed rest, and I had to run off and deal with an impending war with Scarlett Thunder. I haven’t had the time to compose what I want to say in a proposal, but as the two words came out of my mouth, they sum up everything that I want.
“Marry me.”
Emory’s green eyes widen as she takes in the words. They are the prettiest shade of green I have ever seen, emerald, and framed by long, dark lashes. Her red hair is a deep burgundy in the golden hour. The sight of her makes something in me ache, but I can’t put a name to it.
“What?” Her voice is small, unsure. “Did you just…?”
I bury my fingers in her red hair, needing to gro
