He glanced down at the thick ring on his finger and his stomach clenched. He’d had the ring for almost two days, but it was still extremely distracting, its heavy weight like a brand. Every time he looked at it, his chest filled with a sensation not unlike drowning but much more pleasant. Jordan had given it to him. Jordan was wearing a matching one. The thought was like a snake, coiling around all his thoughts, poisoning them with overwhelming possessiveness. For the first time, Damiano understood the appeal of wedding rings.