Ivan takes my hand and leads me upstairs. I think he’s going to take me straight to the bedroom, but instead he pulls me into the library.
He’s set up a table in here, with two chairs and dozens of candles all around. There’s a rosebud in a vase atop the linen tablecloth and two formal place settings.
“What’s this?” I ask him.
“The night I was going to pick you up at the train station, I wanted to take you out for dinner,” he says. “I wanted to take you on a real date.”
I can’t help laughing.
“We really haven’t been on a date, have we?” I say.
“I hope this counts,” Ivan says.
He pulls out my chair for me so I can sit down.
He takes the seat across from me.
His face looks unbearably handsome in the glow of the candlelight. I can hardly look at him. Yet, I never want to look at anything else.
He takes my hand across the table.
He pulls a little box out of jacket and places it between us.
My heart is fluttering against my ribs. My fingers tremble as I lift the lid.
I see a gold band, set with a dark green stone.
I take the ring from the box and slip it on my finger. It fits perfectly.
“You’re mine forever, my little love,” Ivan says. “My own grim reaper.”
The End