He extended his palm towards me and I stared wordlessly at the small black box. Looking up, I saw an array of emotions flickering in his blue eyes. I lifted the box hesitantly and opened it. Nestled against the black velvet was a gold ring, so delicate and fragile it took my breath away. The gold was twisted into a plaited design, the ends coming together in a simple filigree heart.
“Lucas, it"s beautiful.” I fingered the gold, so strong and sturdy, yet looking impossibly fragile in this elegant ring.
Lucas took the box, removing the ring and lifting my right hand to place it on my ring finger. “It was my grandmother"s. She wore this when she married my grandfather in the eighteen century. I know we haven"t known each other long – in human years, the briefest of times. But I want you to
