His Life for My Finger
"I do. With my life and all that I am, I will keep you safe forever."
Thunderous applause filled the chapel.
I met his gaze and whispered, "I do as well. Silas Rossi, thank you for catching me when I fell."
He didn't put the ring on my ring finger, but respectfully placed it on my middle finger. After that, he raised his left hand.
I gasped. His ring finger bore the same pink diamond, but beneath it ran a jagged scar. He had left the mark deliberately, so I would never feel inferior.
"Now we're the same," he murmured in my ear.
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