The corner of his mouth twitched as if he were holding back a smile. "Lysander, please. We are to be married, after all."

His casual tone, as if he were commenting on the weather, made my stomach churn. Nevertheless, I nodded and managed a smile. "Lysander, then."

He gazed at me for a moment, his eyes so intense that I felt like he could see right through me. Then, without warning, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box.

As soon as I saw it, my heart ...