“Remember how you told me to think like a businessman, not a thug?” I nod. His jaw muscles flex as his eyes drop to my hand pressed flat against his chest. His slips his over mine, fingering the ring on my finger. Then he tugs it off, rough and fast. “What are you—?” The diamond glints against the gloomy sky as he hurls it, hard, over the edge of the cliff. When he looks back at me, his gaze clashes with mine, the word vicious flashing across his eyes like a warning sign. “Sorry, Magpie. I’m a thug through and through.”
