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within the band itself, while the smaller one
bore a sparkling rectangular emerald mounted
atop, the stone as large as her fingernail. “But
when humans wed, rings are exchanged.”
Her fingers trembled—just slightly. Too
many unspoken words lay between them.
Yet now was not the time for that
conversation, for that healing.
Not when they had to be on their way as
swiftly as possible, and this offer she’d made
him, this proof that she still wanted what lay
between them, the vows they’d sworn ...
“I assume the sparkly emerald is for me,”
Rowan said with a half smile.
She huffed a laugh. The soft, whispered
sound was as precious as the rings she’d found
for them in this hoard.
She took his hand, and he tried not to
shudder in relief, tried not to fall to his knees
as she slid the ruby ring onto his finger. It fit