Elias pulled a small box from his pocket, shielding it from the curious gazes of the crowd, and pressed it into my hand.
He opened it before my eyes.
Inside lay a pair of wedding rings that glittered under the lights.
"Cut it out, Rosalind. I'll make up for everything you've missed. Go with me now—you're not marrying him."
I thought the sight of those rings would excite me, but I was not happy at all.
When Elias grabbed my wrist to drag me away, his phone rang.
Thea's name flashed on the screen.
She'd heard about this grand wedding interruption Elias had made and our exposed past. Now she was on some rooftop, sobbing hysterically, threatening to jump.
Bricks flew at anyone who approached her, and she nearly pushed one police officer who tried sneaking up on her over the edge.
Elia
