It was Zen who noticed the ring first.
At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. His gaze had only brushed over her hand by chance, yet something about it made his breath catch. He went still. His face lost its color as a sharp and uneasy feeling settled in his chest. This... was the ring he had just seen in the vision...
In the next moment, he forced himself to look away, telling himself it had to be a hallucination. After everything they had just seen, after the vision that still lingered in his mind, it made sense that his thoughts would twist reality. The ring on her finger could not be the same one. It had to be coincidence. Nothing more.
But the alarm bells in his head were already ringing. And so looked again. And then again.
The longer he stared, the heavier the dread in his heart became. It pressed down on him making him feel as suffocated as he had felt when he had been suffering from the curse just this morning.
