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happy birthday ", and then gave me presents. All of them are so beautiful. There was only Blaze left. He came next to me, everyone else making a circle around us. It was almost 2 am. "Happy birthday, little flower!" He said and handed me a small box. I took it with trembling hands and opened it. It was a silver ring with four little stones representing the four elements and a bigger purple stone in their middle. It was so beautiful. "Do you like it?" He asked. "Blaze, I love it! Where did you get this?"

On the nightstand, her wedding ring sat under the moonlight. What the...? I felt a bit agitated. Another stunt? Did she leave her signet ring just to get my attention? "Move Aria's stuff to the storage room," I shouted at the butler. "Clear the room out. Kierra is moving in." ... High above the city, in the penthouse of the Iron Claw Group. I stared out at the skyline, my mind miles away from the reports on my desk. My phone buzzed—the butler again.

The footage played across a large screen. Damaged. Grainy. Pixels flickering. But clear enough. Aria watched her younger self argue with Victor. Saw the ring bounce down the steps. Saw the fall. Then she saw the third figure. A silhouette on the far side of the landing. Too distant to identify. But the silver watch caught the light. And the signet ring gleamed on the figure's hand. "Zoom in on the ring," Damien said. Vasquez enlarged the image. The crest became visible.

Still bruised. But undeniably familiar. Rama felt nausea rise in his throat as he stared at the transitional image—the moment between Revania… and Mira. “I think I found her,” he whispered. --- Meanwhile: Argan’s Blind Devotion Argan stood in the private jewelry showroom of his company, a small velvet box open on the counter before him. Inside lay a diamond ring. Elegant. Refined. Hopeful. A ring he had chosen with a strange mixture of fear and longing.

One caught my eye. The Ring is stunning, it's a sliver band. Around it are real tiny pieces of fine white diamond, that sparkle from any direction it face. One round brilliant cut Diamond, the color a fine pure white, No fluorescence! strong brilliance and unbelievable sparkle. The diamond sits in a white silver basket head, easy to clean. This would cost so much, I think to myself. The man brought it out of the glass display, I'm indeed stunned. It's seems the glass case was blocking it's beauty before, it is amazingly gorgeous.

"This is a special ring for self-defense. Press this catch here, and the stone reveals a small, spring-loaded blade. Put it on. It's better to be safe than sorry." I took the ring with a quiet word of thanks. "We've placed a listening device and a tracker in your purse. We'll also have officers stationed throughout the hotel. Trust us. Trust me." He took my hand in a gentle grip, pressing something cold and hard into my palm. "And there's this. Please remember to use it if you have to." … On Saturday night, I doused myself in jasmine-scented perfume, stepped into a pair of high heels, and donned a slinky dress with dangerously high slits. Then I made my way to the predetermined hotel.

He explained. "Wow! Thank you so much." Dylan genuinely thanked him. "You are welcome, I should go now. I have work to do sir, thank you for patronizing me!" He exclaimed. "No problem, bye." Dylan hung up the phone. Dylan kept admiring the rings until his eyes hurt him. The rings had slices of diamond cuts, it was hard to explain it but it was as if those precious stones were sliced and used to form a ring. It was simply gorgeous. He decided not to show Blair yet, until they were getting married.

Her fingers moved quickly across a laptop, eyes sharp and focused. “What is all this?” I asked. “Even if I explained it,” she said without looking up, “you wouldn’t understand.” “Rude.” “But accurate.” Fair enough. Something caught my eye on the table. A ring. Simple. Silver. Inlaid with faint blue markings that pulsed softly. “Ooo,” I said, picking it up. “What’s this?” “No idea,” Lily replied. “Probably a Purity artifact.” “Well,” I said, slipping it onto my finger, “it’s cute. I’m keeping it.”

I can see the love shining in his eyes for me and the kids, and it warms me. “Open them.” He juts his chin to the boxes and I reach for one and open it and smile at what I’m seeing. “They both have tracking devices in them. They are undetectable. Once they are on the bangle can’t be removed without the key. Which I have. We can track them anywhere.” I hold up the gold bangle with intricate swirls etched around their engraved names. They are beautiful. “They are both the same. Do you like them?” I track the engraving with my finger. I look up at him and nod my head before I place it back in its box and fling myself into his arms and he laughs, kissing my head.

Tears are pouring out. “Yes!” I whisper, but Blake hears me and swoops me up into his arms and spins me around before he sets me down, dips me and crashes his lips to mine! The pack are on their feet, cheering, whistling and hollering. Blake takes the ring from the box and places it on my right ring finger. It fits perfectly. The ring is oval shaped with red sapphires and gold diamonds.