I'm staring at him, and I think my heart has stopped working.
Adam is on his knees in front of me. His eyes are locked on mine with this intense, vulnerable softness.
His jaw is clenched tight, like he's actually scared of what I might say.
The ring in that black velvet box… oh my God.
That's my ring. The same brilliant, ethereal beauty that almost blinds me every time I look at it.
Seeing it now, seeing him like this, makes my heart swell with a deep, aching kind of awe.
"Look at me, Hermione," he says. His voice is so deep and calm it actually steals the air from my lungs.
"I know that sometimes, when you do look at me, all you see is a man you loved… who then hurt you in the most terrifying way possible.”
“You see a liar. A planner. A cheater… A monster who sent you to a cage
