It was nighttime when Malo and Faye stopped by a gas station.
They both got out. Malo was filling the tank with gas while Faye kept looking at the ring on her finger. Her eyes narrowed at the dark metal catching the bright light overhead, her pulse pounding a tight, angry beat against her ribs while her lungs pulled in the sharp, heavy fumes of fuel.
"The only ring I intend to put on my finger is the one My Princess would give me in the future. Now I'm wearing some cultish shit of a ring..." Faye muttered. She twisted the band on her pinky, her chest heaving with a deep, frustrated breath that made her shoulders lock up.
"It's just a ring, Faye, and It's not on the finger where Princess would put it, whenever that comes..." Malo said. He kept his eyes on the pump counter, his hand gripping the black handle firm while his chest rose and fell in a calm, steady rhythm.
