Silence settled over the table again—but it was no longer heavy.
It was full.
Dahlia’s gaze moved between them, her heart tightening at the quiet exchange unfolding before her. There was something profound in it—something that went beyond words, beyond bloodlines and legacy.
This wasn’t just about a ring.
It was about choosing Maya.
Again and again.
Damien drew in a slow breath.
Then, without another word, he slipped the stone carefully into his inner pocket—close to his chest, where it would remain.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said.
But the words weren’t just a promise about the ring.
Jamie understood that.
A faint smile tugged at his lips, relief softening the tension in his shoulders.
“I know you will.”
He nodded, absorbing the thought, the quiet significance of it settling
