"Seraphina." His voice dropped, low and deliberate. "This is the Valenti heirloom ring. My father and mother entrusted it to me with one instruction: place it on the hand of the woman who will stand beside the head of the Valenti Family." He held it out to me, his gaze steady and sure. "I have wanted to give this to you for a long time. I was only waiting for the right moment."
Salvatore's jaw tightened. He stepped forward, cutting between us with the blunt force that defined everything about him. "Seraphina, forget the ring. Be with me." His voice was rough, almost angry, as though tenderness was a language he had never been taught. "Have you forgotten what happened at the river when we were children? You fell in. The current took you. I jumped in after you without a second thought. I nearly drowned pulling you out." He struck his own chest with an open palm. "I would give you my life. What is a ring compared to that?"