I turned to her.
“The ring,” she said.
“What?”
“Ravenna!” she nearly yelled. “The ring! Choose the ring wisely.”
Holy crap.
The ring.
I looked down at the scattering of expensive jewelry (seriously, they could cull this lot too, and even Noble and Fury’s children would have a still-healthy Fund).
“What’s this?” Battle asked.
“I do hate when I’m wrong about something, and with that woman, it seems I’m wrong,” Tempie said.
But I saw it on the table.
Like when Indiana Jones picked the proper Holy Grail, there it was amidst all the decadence, wealth and splendor.
A little white-gold engagement ring, art deco style, stacked, with a small round diamond embedded in a radiating stamp of art deco square, two tiny diamonds set on each side.
I reached to the ring and felt it for the first time since the first day I was there.
A bolt charging through me.
Oh God.
I handed it to Battle. “This one.”
He didn’t look fond of my choice, but he took off the emerald and slid that ring on my finger.
It fit perfectly.
I nearly burst into tears.
I didn’t, though not due to any iron will over my emotions.
But because, right at the moment Battle settled that ring at the base of my finger, we all heard Chassie scream.
CHAPTER 28
THE LETTERS
Battle and Hamish were out of their chairs like a shot.
The rest of us got up, even Bartholomew, and raced after them, even Bartholomew, and he did this barking.
Surprisingly, with Bartholmew’s bulk and Prue’s short legs, they took the lead, because I was mildly hobbling and Tempie was on high heels.
She eventually stopped, took them off, chucked them and sprinted up the stairs a lot faster than I’d ever guess she could move.
This meant I was the last one to get to Chassie’s room.
By the time I made it there, skidding to a halt beside Tempie, Christian, in nothing but boxers, was laying Chassie, in nothing but a cute, girlie but sexy nightie, on the bed.
Bartholomew was pacing beside it.
