The velvet box sits between us like a landmine, small but deadly.
I can't stop staring at it.
The diamond catches the dim courthouse lighting, gleaming coldly. Expensive. Unapologetic. Like him.
Michael leans back in his chair, exuding the kind of calm control that makes my skin prickle. He's watching me, waiting, but there's no nervousness in his eyes.
He already knows what I'm going to do.
And that terrifies me.
"Say something, sweetheart." His voice is smooth, coaxing. "You're making me nervous."
I finally drag my eyes away from the ring and meet his gaze.
It's a mistake.
His blue eyes are sharp, dangerous, filled with something that makes my stomach twist in knots.
I swallow hard. "Are you out of your mind?"
Michael chuckles, resting his elbows on the table. "I'd argue I'm the sanest person in this room."
I scoff. "You just proposed to me in a courthouse five minutes after ruining Victoria's life."