Grace POV

My heart slams against my ribs. Once. Twice. Three times.

"So beautiful," Ethan says, his fingers brushing the necklace at my throat.

Heat floods through me—sharp, overwhelming.

'Does he mean the jewelry? Or—'

I swallow hard. "You mean the jewelry or—"

The door bangs open.

Niel strides in, urgent. He leans close to Ethan's ear, whispering.

Ethan's face shifts—serious, jaw tight. Then his eyes brighten. A smile breaks across ...