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Tears pooled from her eyes uncontrollably as Britain felt a mix of emotions. She wanted to bounce in excitement and feelelated at the fact that he was going to propose, but then she came to the reality of what was currently going on. He had just been shot, and their relationship was still in the air due to his upcoming move to Italy. If Priest was still going to propose, there would be a lot to discuss, and Britain would have a lot to consider.

Wiping her tears, she shakily glided the ring onto the designated finger. She held her hand out in front of her, practically drooling at the sight of the ring perched on her ring finger.

Britain spent a while gazing at the ring before she was finally able to shake the trance and slip the ring off her finger. She sat it back in the royal blue velvet box before closing it. She wasn't about to lie to Priest and act as though she hadn't seen the ring. If he was serious about proposing to her, they needed to touch bases on everything because she knew that even though he had just been shot, he wasn't going to prolong his move to Italy. Priest was still set to leave this weekend.

Britain got up from her seat with the box in hand. She needed to get back to him, and she hoped he would wake up and clarify some things for her. She was nervous, so she stalled herself by waiting for the wash cycle to finish. She was disappointed to see that the blood had completely stained the clothing and there was no way of getting it out.

After bagging the tarnished clothes, she finally dragged herself out of the apartment. Her mind was boggled. He was making this harder than she bargained for. She was sure by now the media was ablaze with different scenarios of what happened to him. She didn't think she would partake in reading or listening to any of the news. Like any other time, they would paint Priest as the bad guy to continue their narrative.

Arriving back at Remy's house, Britain released a stressed breath. She glanced down at the velvet box, shaking her headslightly. How could she expect anything less from Priest? This was exactly like him!

Upon stepping out, she stuffed the velvet box into her purse and proceeded toward the front door of her father's home. After a few knocks, Jeremy opened the door, stepping aside so she could come in. "He woke up," he informed Britain. "Your mother came back with some medicine to help him with the pain."

"She came back?" Britain asked with furrowed brows.

Usually, whenever she and her mother bumped heads, Seven would distance herself. Her coming back clarified that her mother actually did care about not only her, but Priest as well.

Jeremy nodded his head. "Yeah. She told me the car ride was pretty bad."

Britain sighed as she shook her head. "She and I will never see eye to eye in this situation," she shrugged dismissively. "What's going on with you two?"

Jeremy let out a light breath, trying his best to come to terms with what he and Seven had going on. "We've talked things out. We're friends."

Britain pursed her lips as she nodded her head. A part of her was unconvinced and wanted to know more, but she had too many things to worry about as is. "Hopefully that's all it is," she stated. "Henderson is a great man. I would hate for you two to hurt him," Britain concluded as she made her way up the stairs to go see Priest.

Cautiously, she opened the door, a light smile forming on her face at the sight of Priest sitting up. He still seemed to be in a great deal of pain, but he was managing it well. Whatever Seven had slipped him was doing him justice. He was hoping it never wore off.

"When did you wake up?" Britain asked in a light voice, not wanting to overwhelm him.

Priest glanced in her direction through hazy eyes. He watched as she softly closed the door behind her before she began making her way toward him. "I don't know," he muttered. He was completely drained and out of it. Being in so much pain caused him to lose sense of time. It seemed as though his entire body had gone numb of any other feeling beside the pain he was in.

Britain nodded while taking a seat on the bed. "I'm happy you're okay," Britain said in a faint voice. "I don't know what I would've done if?—"

"Britain, don't ever try to jump in front of a bullet for me again," he gritted out coldly as his dark optics seared into her. It was evident that he had been in deep thought about the events that had taken place. Despite everything happening so quickly, Britain's actions were alarming to him and needed to be addressed.

Britain averted her eyes from him and nervously set them on her hands. "It was just?—"

"I'm not trying to hear that, Britain," Priest throated out in his raspy voice. "You could have lost your life if Kaymen and J'Ru didn't grab you. You dying would’ve hurt me a lot more than me getting shot." Priest didn't mean to chastise Britain since she had seen more than she could have ever imagined, but he needed to get things straight with her. This was the main reason why he refused to introduce her to his darkness. Britain was far too selfless and moved off emotions. "Britain, that shit is unacceptable. I will always be the target. I will never allow you to be my scapegoat."

"It was irrational," Britain admitted, taking full accountability for her actions. "But I saw it coming before everyone else did."

Priest clenched his jaws as he pulled his eyes from her. He fixed his dark orbs straight ahead as he replayed what had takenplace at the courthouse over in his mind. The moments were quick blurs that seemed to cut off abruptly and land him into the next moment. His visions went from him gaiting out of the courtroom, security before him, Britain beside him and J'Ru and Kaymen behind him to Britain's ear-piercing scream rattling through his ears as she called out his name. The moment flashed through his head swiftly before he recalled hitting the asphalt of the courthouse, his eyes locking with Britain, who was being protected by J'Ru, Kaymen and part of his security.

At that point, Priest didn't care if he lived or died. All he was concerned about was whether Britain had been successful with stepping in the path of the bullet. If she had, he was sure she had been hit as well. Luckily for him, though, J'Ru and Kaymen had gotten to Britain before she could.

The next moment that displayed in Priest's head was him being lifted from the ground and transported to the car. Kaymen, J'Ru and the security detail already knew what needed to be done, so they all moved on one accord.

"I never want you to feel like in order to save my life you have to sacrifice yours," Priest let out in a strained manner as his eyes shifted down to his bandage on his abdomen. Cautious of his wounds and pain, Priest slowly extended his hand to Britain. She sat her hand in his, watching how he gently caressed it.

They sat in silence, appreciating the fact that he was still alive and that she didn't get hurt. Her mind was still all over the place, as was Priest’s, but it was a relief to be in the moment together. She pursed her lips inwardly as she cleared her throat of her nerves.

She couldn't sit on her discovery any longer. She had to let him know she was aware. She reached into her purse, extracting the royal blue velvet box. She gently sat it on the bed beside him, catching his attention immediately.

Priest’s eyes shifted from the box and onto Britain. She looked like she was awaiting an explanation for the ring. He simply offered her a shrug.

"Don't do that." Britain shook her head as she reached for the box. Priest eyed her as she opened it. Despite spending twenty minutes gawking at the ring back at her apartment, it still had the ability to blow her away.

"You can't act like you didn't see this coming. I gave you my word," he reminded her.