Portia
I study him. He's got a cut high on his cheek but it's nothing compared to his chest and back. He looks like he rolled around in shards of broken glass.
I remember my panic when he'd passed out after the doctor reset his shoulder. I remember exactly how it felt like my heart stopped for a moment. I try to tell myself it's just because if he died, it'd be worse for Nathan and me. But I know that's not the whole truth.
"Portia?"
He gestures to the ring. It's beautiful, a Princess cut diamond set amidst jagged blue stones.
"Sapphires?" I ask.
He nods.
I study the jewels. Remember how my brothers had plans to deal in diamonds too. Nothing was off the table for them.
I know I don't really have a choice in the matter here. He is right. This is a better option than Fernando f*****g
