“The ring,” I say slowly, eyes wide. “The one in your closet.” The doors start to shut, so I jump forward and into the penthouse. For some reason, Orion looks relieved. Like he thought I might let the doors close and go home. I don’t blame him for thinking that. I’ve been pushing him away. But I’m not going anywhere now. “What about it?” he asks, expression guarded. It hits me then—how deep this runs for him. He’s keeping it under wraps because he thinks it’ll send me running. “Is it … did you buy it for me?” I ask, voice barely a whisper. Something dark passes behind his eyes, and I see the
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