"Christ," he whispered against her mouth. "I love you. I love you so much." Luca reached around his neck and pulled out the chain.
The rings dangling from it caught the soft light of the medical room, small and beautiful. For days, they had rested against his chest. Every time he had touched them, he had remembered the brutal certainty that David had taken Veronica from him and left behind proof because he wanted Luca to suffer properly.
Which, credit where it was due, the bastard had achieved.
"I found these at the mall he took you from," Luca said quietly.
Veronica’s eyes dropped to the rings.
"I made a promise," Luca continued, his thumb brushing over the metal. "I was going to find you and put them back on your finger." His mouth tightened. "But now that I think about it... no."
Vee looked up sharply. Luca slipped her rings off the necklace, leaving only his still attached to the chain.
"These are tainted."
Veronica reached for the rings before he could pull them away. Her hand closed around them carefully. "No...They aren’t tainted."
Luca frowned. "Bambola—"
"They are reminders." She looked at the rings in her palm. "Of what we represent. Of what we survive."
Veronica lifted her eyes to his. "It doesn’t matter what is thrown at us. It doesn’t matter who tries to break us. We will always come out stronger." Her fingers curled around the rings. "I’d like to keep them."
Luca was not convinced. He could remember the rings removed from her fingers by a man who had no right to breathe in the same world as her. To him, the diamonds carried the memory of being too late. "Babe..."
"Please, love. These mean a lot to me. I’m not going to let a maniac ruin what they are."
He took the rings from her, one by one, and slid them back onto her fingers. Veronica looked down at them and smiled. Luca held her hand. "Do you..." He paused. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
Her smile faded. She looked away. "Maybe later."
Luca nodded immediately. "Okay."
She glanced back at him. "What I want is a proper bedroom, a shower, and a proper bed."
"You got it." He rose carefully. "Come on." He helped her sit upright, then steadied her as she swung her legs carefully over the side of the bed. He slipped an arm around her waist.
Then she turned back instantly. The panic in her eyes hit him.
"On second thought," she said quickly, "maybe I should stay."
"Okay?"
She swallowed.


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