|Casmira's POV|
The light from the chandelier glints at the ring that sits heavily on my finger as Draven watches me eat with keen eyes. The rounded sapphire and the diamonds surrounding it feel unfamiliar and yet so known at the same time that I cannot decide whether to feel relieved or unnerved by the melancholy of it all.
“We can have it changed if you’d like. Something more suitable to your taste perhaps.” Draven’s voice distracts me from my thoughts as I look up from the ring to meet his eyes watching me with a comforting smile.
After the night that we have had, the comfort in his voice is a gentle reprieve from the chaos.
“No,” I respond with a sheepish smile as I look down at my hand again, flexing my fingers slightly, “I quite like it actually. You have good taste.” I tell h
