Chapter 13
Korrin sat alone by the campfire. Logs burned slowly, crackling and occasionally sending up plumes of embers into the dark night sky. His guards were patrolling the perimeter of the camp and watching the prisoners, but he paid them little mind.
His golden eyes were focused on the ring between his fingers. He’d been twirling it, watching the gem in the middle catch the light, observing it for the last hour. He’d had it on him since the morning and had been expecting to give it to Kris before he left.
I was going to propose, promise her that I would be back, no matter what happens. And I didn’t even give it to her. I missed my opportunity. But I’m coming back.
The ring glinted in the firelight. Kris was all he could think about—all he wanted to think about. Right then, he wasn
