DOMINIC'S POV
I told Marcus to take me to the Pearl District at two o'clock.
Not on impulse. I'd been thinking about it for three weeks. The ring had been a thought first, then a plan, then something I kept scheduling and rescheduling in my head the way you rescheduled a meeting you weren't sure you were ready for. Today I'd run out of reasons to move it again.
The jewelry shop was one I'd researched. Not the flashiest on the block. The kind of place that had been there twenty years, that still had handwritten cards beside the display pieces, that looked like it cared about what it sold rather than what it earned. The kind of place Aria would respect, which mattered more to me than anything else.
Marcus pulled up outside.
"I'll be forty minutes," I said.
I sat in the car for five.
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