-- Grizelda --

With one hand still holding the black box, Jax brought his hand back to mine from across the table again, his fingers still feeling irritatingly cold around mine.

The open black box sat between us. The diamond ring inside sparkled like a precious jewel, waiting to be taken hold of.

My eyes glued onto it.

Slowly, my head began to make sense of what was going on.

Jax had come prepared. For all I knew, he had seen this coming. All the questions I was asking him. All the sense of untrust towards him, and then he thought to make his final move to get it all...