I stared at the box covered with silver and gold foil paper and shook my head in disbelief.
“You got me a gift to commemorate the day I threw up on you,” I said. He must be feeling guilty.
“It was the best day of my life.” Victor reached across the table and took my hand. “It was the day I met my fated mate, my best friend, and the love of my life.”
My lips quivered, and I began to feel guilty. I hadn’t realized that day had been a year ago today. So much had changed. I had changed.
“Open it,” Victor said.
“But I don’t have anything for you,” I objected.
He squeezed my hand. “I have you. That’s all I want.”
I gave him a weak smile and pulled my hand back so I could open Victor’s gift. But my hands were shaky, and it took me a moment to get the paper off.
When I saw what was beneath
