Chapter 36 The Ring

• Elara
• Alaric stood in the garden with the late afternoon sun framing his figure, the small box in his hand held out between us. I blinked, unsure if I was imagining it. But when he extended it toward me without a word, and my heart stuttered in response, I knew it was real.
• Slowly, I reached for it, my fingers brushing against his as he handed it over. Upon closer inspection, I couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped me.