Sophia's POV
He was leaning back in the seat, and the interior light caught something metallic at his hand. The platinum ring — turning slowly between his fingers. The one he had taken that night in the hotel room. The one I had bought for a completely different man.
I stared at it.
"Consider it compensation," he said.
He looked up. The smile didn't reach his eyes. "As for the alliance — let that go, Sophia. Close the door on your way out. Goodnight."
I stared at him for a moment.
Then I closed the door.
His car disappeared around the corner, and I was left standing on the curb in the dark, watching the taillights fade.
"He has issues," I said quietly, to no one in particular.
He had been the one pursuing me first. He had brought it up twice. And now he was the one walking away.
