Viona's POV
What was he going to do with that ring?
My frown deepened when Rafael suddenly crouched at the corner of the cave. I followed him.
As I got closer and could see what he was doing, my eyes widened.
"Rafael! What are you doing?" I yelped, grabbing his hand that held the box.
"You said you want to throw it," he said, smug.
"What— Who said that?"
"You. earlier."
I blinked. He blinked. Then the memory clicked.
"Rafael! I said I want to throw that contract. Our six-year contract."
He loosened my grip gently, then shook the box in his hand.
"Yeah. And this ring is part of that contract," he said, flat, without a trace of emotion, like the diamond meant nothing to him.
My jaw dropped, a disbelieving scoff slipping out.
