POV: Kaelira
I knew that ring.
Except I did not, not really, because the moment I opened my mouth to say his name, something in my memory snagged and would not let the word out.
"Well," Marissa said, waiting.
I closed my eyes for a second, forcing myself to actually picture it instead of reacting on instinct.
Silver band, black stone, worn on the right hand.
Lucien wore his on the left.
I had seen it a hundred times, turning it absently while he talked, always on his left hand, never his right.
"It is not who I thought," I said slowly.
Ronan's grip on my shoulders tightened. "Who did you think."
"It does not matter," I said. "I was wrong. The ring I was picturing sits on the wrong hand."
Marissa made an impatient sound. "Rings can be worn on either hand, girl."
"Not his," I sa
