~Zayn's POV~
As our tears subsided and we managed to compose ourselves, Evric reached under the table. He pulled out a small, velvet box and placed it on the table next to a set of keys.
"What is that?" I asked, my voice still raspy.
Evric didn't open the box. He took my hand and stood up. "Come with me."
He led me out of the private dining area, down the elevator, and out to the front of the restaurant, where the valet was already waiting. Moments later, a sleek, midnight-black luxury car glided to a stop, its polished surface gleaming under the city lights, the kind of car that turned heads without needing a name.
I stopped short, my pulse quickening. "Evric, what did you do this time?" My voice came out softer than I intended, half afraid, half hopeful.
