“Fucking hell, Zed,” I whispered. “It’s gorgeous.” Cass reached between us to grab my hand and took a closer look at the ring. It was rose gold and set with one large, blood-red diamond in the center and two inky black diamonds to either side. Dozens of smaller black and red diamonds decorated the setting, which looked almost like a little bloodied crown around my finger. I knew they were diamonds, not any other stone, because I knew Zed. He didn’t half-ass anything, and red diamonds were his favorite stone. Mine too.
