And on his finger, Athril’s golden ring glowed. “Fight it,” she panted. The sun angled closer. “Fight it. We get to come back.” Brighter and brighter, the golden ring pulsed at his finger. The prince staggered back a step, his face twisting. “You human worm.” He had been too busy stabbing her to notice the ring she’d slipped onto his finger when she’d grabbed his hand as if to shove him away. “Take it off,” he growled, trying to touch it—and hissing as though it burned. “Take it off!”
QOS - This is everything to me
