One man punches another, while one huddles on the floor, rocking back and forth. Governor White falls off his chair, clutching his chest. Wren watches with wide-eyed wonder, squeezing my fingers so hard, she cuts off the circulation.
I spin her around before dipping her and kissing her deeply. The windows behind us rattle with the fists of the men pounding against it. When I straighten her, Wren’s pupils are dilated, and her chest heaves to catch her breath.
My arm slides down hers, and I take her hand in mine. She glances down, puzzled, her eyes widening when I slip the black diamond ring on her finger. Her head snaps up, her eyes filled with tears as her gaze searches mine.
My throat tightens. I have a hundred things I could say.You are my world. My heart. My everything. Stay by my side and be my queen.
Instead, all that pops out is, “Well, you told me to put a ring on it.”
A broken sob spills from her mouth. With the cacophony of screams in the background playing our song, she lifts her mouth to mine and seals our fates with a kiss.
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