Slowly Angel opened the small velvet box, revealing a ring that sparkled more than a pile of glitter. It was the most beautiful thing Angel had ever seen. A square cut emerald surrounded by diamonds in a platinum setting. "Angel, in my clans tradition, rings are not given. Handfasting was more traditional. I know in your world it is very common and I wish us to be married in all ways possible. I understand that our relationship has progressed very quickly. I want you to feel equal in this marriage, but until Declan is apprehended, I cannot allow you to go out alone."
Angels eyes flashed as green as her shiny emerald. Anger seething over her freedom being impinged upon. As the words were making their way, swirling around her brain to make her case, Deacon placed the ring on her fi
