Chapter 6

When next he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “You spoil me.” He presented Warden with a crimson velvet box.

Warden stopped his motion, a well of emotions sweeping over him. From elation to fear, acutely aware of every beat his heart took. He wasn’t the marrying type…

“It’s not that,” assured Tate, likely having read it all on Warden’s face. “Just open it.”

Taking the box gingerly, Warden pried open the top to find a pendant resting inside. Eyebrow raised in silent question, he pulled it out, the necklace chain fine, yet Warden suspected it was strong, hard to break. He studied the pendant. It looked, of all things, like a delicately sculpted flower in bits of silver and rose gold. At the center was a gemstone that rivaled the shade of purple in Tate’s eyes.

“Icertainlycan’tdenyit’sbeautiful,” Wardenstated, thinkingthepieceofjewelrymorebefittingofalady

“I want you to wear it.”

“Tate.”