Hey guys! Here's another chapter for the week! (because @Bookshelves12 asked for it)

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I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.

He'd said Ezra.

Maybe I just misheard. I focused on their voices again.

"Dude! you're a future alpha for goodness sake!"

"Yeah. But he's our future king!" He replied. "Don't act like you won't do the same."

"Yeah, we probably would."

Their king?!

They chuckled, before turning serious again.

"How do you think she got this deep in the woods? Something wrong with the barriers?"

"Probably, that's the only explanation. I'm more curious about what they'll do with the human, though."

"What needs to be done."

The ominous words sent a shiver of fear down my spine. The guys- wolves- left shortly after. I stayed there, unmoving, for what was probably hours. I didn't want to take the chance of running into them if they were still looking around.

My mind was running in circles. I didn't want to think about the implications of their words, or what I'd seen today. Later. When I'm safely in my cabin.

The night was falling outside. Darkness claimed the woods. It should be safe to go now, right? My muscles and bones groaned as I slinked out of my hiding spot. Gray following me.

I picked him up. He'd been such a good boy, not giving me away. My eyes flickered around the dark woods. The shadows of the trees seemed like giant monsters looming over me. The comfort I usually found in the woods was tainted by the memories of the wolves and the echoes of the crackling sounds in my head.

Something crunched. I whipped around, my heart beating. An owl hooted in the distance. I had to get out of here.

Heart in my throat, I hurried to my cabin. Fortunately, I managed to find the way quickly. But only after I died a thousand times at every little sound I heard.

The rain tapered a drizzle. I almost cried when I saw the line of the cabins through the trees. I let go of Gray. He beelined home. My steps faltered. Would they be inside? The lights were off in my cabin and the one next door. Just in case. I took off my yellow hoodie, leaving me in a tank top. The chill of the rain and my sodden clothes made my teeth chatter. I rolled the hoodie and sneaked into the cabin, keeping the hoodie behind my back. The cabin was dark and quiet. No one in. Thank God.

I closed the door and took the stairs two a time upstairs, calling Gray to me. I didn't feel good leaving him alone until I figured out this mess.

I got into my room and locked it, turned on the bedside lamp then strode to the bathroom. I looked around. The yellow hoodie had to disappear. I opened the cupboard below the sink. There was a stack of toilet paper, a basket of white towels, another with cleaning products. I pulled out the stack of toilet paper, shoved the hoodie in the far back, then stacked the toilet paper again so that it would cover it. There. It wasn't visible.

I closed the cupboard and sank to the floor, feeling slightly better. I glanced at my jeans. Dirt and mud stained my shoes and pants. Had I left my muddy footprints?

No. Just because my shoes were muddy didn't mean I was in the woods. It had been raining all day long.

Gray got in the bathroom. I almost jumped. His fur was muddy and stuck to his body.

Right. Shower. We had to wash off. I turned on the water and got myself and Gray cleaned up. My heart was in my throat, afraid someone would knock on my door at any moment. I quickly dried us, then went to the closet while Gray was playing around with the towel on the floor. I pulled on a white sweater and gray sweatpants over my undies.

I'm swearing off yellow for the foreseeable future. Heck, for the rest of my life.

Dry, clothed and warm, I sank on my bed, braiding my hair on autopilot. Thank God the hood had been weighed down by the rain, otherwise it would've fallen, and the search for the human would've been very short. There weren't many redheads around.

Well, I didn't even know if there were any redhead humans around.

I finished my braid and stared at the door.

Two guys transformed into wolves, shifted into wolves.

Werewolves. They were werewolves. I didn't know about Ugly Hair, but I would guess he was one of them as well.

So, I had seen werewolves, and they obviously weren't happy I had seen them. Because they kept their existence a secret.

If this got out, it would literally change the world as we knew it.

I rubbed my face. Let's see. They knew I was a girl with dark eyes wearing a yellow hoodie today.

I hadn't been wearing a yellow hoodie in class, I only changed right before going out to the woods. Had I ever worn it before? I chewed on my lip, going over everything I'd worn since coming to school.

No. I didn't think I had ever worn it. That was good.

Okay, what else?

Dark eyes. I didn't have dark eyes. I had one dark eye and one blue eye, so that was good as well.

One of them knew my scent. Although he'd said he would have to be close to me to recognize it. I would just have to make sure I gave the three of them wide berth whenever I saw them.

They said they would tell 'Prince Ezra'.

I gulped, feeling suddenly cold. Maybe there was another Ezra around here. I'd have to check.

Supposing there was only one Ezra, the one I knew. That meant that he was their prince. A werewolf prince. I doubted werewolves would have a human as their future king.

Ezra was a werewolf...

I shook my head. No. There could be another Ezra around. Yeah. There had to be.

But deep down I knew it wasn't true. Deep down, everything pointed to what I knew was the truth.

The wolves had said that this school was on 'Prince Ezra's' pack land. And Ezra was this school's student council president, he lived nearby, and his father was the university president.

His father... the king...Oh my God

The wolves said they couldn't talk to him without pissing themselves. And Ezra was by far the most intimidating guy I had ever met.

But ...he didn't intimidate me. I shook the thought away. Now was not the time.

The wolves talked about telling Zach instead of Ezra. So if there was indeed another Ezra, that meant there should be another Zach who was close to this other Ezra. That was farfetched.

Wait... did that mean Zach, too, was a werewolf?

Just Zach?

"Oh God..." I mumbled, covering my mouth. Zach and Ashley were glued to each other. Did that mean that Ashley, too, was one of them?

Just Ashley? What about Sam? What about Haley? Blake?

My heart raced. I crossed my arms against the sudden chill, glancing around the dark corners of the room. Just who was human and who wasn't?

Gray padded out of the bathroom, dragging the white towel with him, his tail wagging. Well, at least one of us was having fun. He struggled until he placed it in the middle of the room, then started playing on it again, his sharp little teeth biting through it.

He might damage it. I should probably take it away and bring him one of his chew toys from downstairs. I couldn't bring myself to move.

My friends were werewolves.

Memories sprang into my head, summoned bu the thought. Of Sam's first words when I brought Gray home.

"Oh my God! The irony."

Now I understood. I had brought a pup into a house full of werewolves.

And the constant growling! Not once or twice, but several times. How had I not suspected anything?

Back in the supermarket as well, how Sam teased Ezra.

"Yeah, Ezra. You should know best. What do wolves like to eat?"

Sam was basically shoving the fact that they were wolves in my face.

"So stupid," I murmured, clutching my hair. I should've seen it! But hindsight was twenty twenty. I would never had suspected that werewolves existed. It was supernatural.

A knock on the door.

I jumped, my heart beating so hard the person on the other side would hear it. Well, considering what I'd just found out today, that might actually be true.

I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. "Yeah?" My voice still came out a little shaky, though.

"Orla, it's me, Ashley."

I shut my eyes tightly, struggling to get my breathing under control. Calm down, calm down, calm down. It's just Ashley.

I rolled my shoulders, plastered a smile on my face and made my way to the door. My hand hesitated for only a second before I pulled the door open. I squeezed the knob, holding onto it like a lifeline.

"Hey, aren't you going to dinner?" Ashley asked, giving me a small smile.

"Um- I -Uh- I don't really feel hungry..." I trailed off, then chuckled nervously. My eyes flickered away.

"Why? Are you okay?" She said, concern etched on her face.

"I'm fine. Not hungry, just a little tired." I coughed a little. "I think I might have a cold or something. I'll just sleep it off. I'll see you in the morning?"

Liar, liar...

"Okay." Ashley nodded reluctantly. "If you feel too sick, wake me up. Alright?"

Guilt churned in my guts. She was genuinely worried about me. She bid me goodnight and left. I locked my door and leaned my forehead on it. What the heck was happening in my life?

Why hadn't they told me about themselves? About what they were? But again, it was a secret they were protecting for who knows how long. They wouldn't just tell a human they only knew for a few weeks.

What would they do if they found out that I knew, though? I gulped, the werewolf's sinister words ringing in my head.

"What needs to be done."

I bumped my head against the door and groaned. I could already feel a headache coming. I peeled myself from the door and snuggled under my comforter. Gray jumped on the bed, sniffed his spot by my feet and curled next to them.

Maybe if I went to sleep, I would wake up and it would all be a dream.

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Maybe I hadn't lied to Ashley after all.

I woke up with the lord of all headaches, which wasn't surprising considering how little I'd slept. I'd turned and tossed all night, keeping the bedside lamp on, jumping at every little sound.

It felt like I'd only just dozed off when my alarm went off.

Every single muscle of my body ached, and my stomach was queasy. I would just skip breakfast. I rolled out of bed, petting Gray's belly. He was still sleeping belly up, his paws in the air. His cuteness drew a smile on my face. I sneezed. Great. A cold was exactly what I needed right now. I sneezed again.

With a sigh, I pulled myself out of bed, dragging the weight of the world behind me. As I got ready, doubt started settling in. Maybe I'd dreamt up the entire scenario of yesterday. I mean, werewolves?

I went the bathroom and checked the cupboard under the sink. The muddied, crumpled yellow hoodie was still there. Nope. It was all real.

"Great. Just great," I grumbled, getting ready for the day. I put on a black sweater dress- as far from yellow as it could get- black leggings, and my other pair of sneakers. I left my hair down my hair, threw it over my shoulder and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a little pale. Well, paler than usual.

I didn't look like someone who was wandering in the woods the previous day, right?

I shook my head and made my way out. Expecting the cabin to be empty, I was surprised midway down the stairs when I saw Ashley and Haley sitting in the living room, whispering about something.

I froze.

Just act like you usually do. They don't know that I know.

I resumed my steps, my shoulders stiff, afraid they would pounce on me any moment now.

Haley looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. "Good morning!"

I deflated a little. "Hey, mornin-"

A sneeze cut my words short. I sniffled and waved tiredly at the girls.

"Are you sure you should be out of bed?" Ashley asked, coming closer.

I almost took a step back, but I steeled myself and planted my feet on the floor and a small smile on my face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry"

Ashely exchanged worried glances with Haley. "Alright, then. Let's go. The guys will follow us later."

Go? Where were we going? Panic squeezed my lungs. Oh God, they knew!

"We have math class together, remember," Ashley said, noting my confusion.

"Oh."

Feeling stupid for overreacting and relieved it wasn't what I'd thought, I walked with them to class.

I couldn't even focus on the conversation. I kept glancing around, looking for the guys from the day before. Luck was on my side, and we made it to class without unwanted encounters.

Ashley, Haley and I took seats in the same row. I put my forehead on the table, my hair draping around me like a curtain, shielding my eyes from the bright light. It burned my eyes to tears. I was definitely coming down with a cold.

I was tired and stressed, and coughs kept rattling my chest. I shivered. I should've put on a warmer jacket.

The noise of the classroom around us grew louder, and my head grew dizzier. Someone sat in the empty spot next to me. I turned my head, peeking through my red locks. Ezra.

I looked at him for a long time. My woozy brain unable to form a proper thought. I should be panicking, shouldn't I?

But even though I knew what he was, I couldn't bring myself to be scared of him? If they found out I knew about their secret, I had no idea how far they- he- would go to protect it. Yet this was the first time that I felt safe since stumbling upon their supernatural world the day before.

I blew out a slow breath, exhaling tension and worry. Safe.

"Orla?" He brushed some of my hair away, his touch tingling my cheek. His eyes were troubled. He frowned, pressing his cold fingers against my cheek. "You're burning!"

Cold? Ezra was always so warm.

A harsh coughing fit rattled my body. I raised my head and put a hand over my mouth. Ezra rubbed my back up and down until it subsided. I sneezed.

"Bless you," Haley said next to me.

"Thank-" I sneezed again.

"Alright, let's go." Ezra stood up, grabbing my back.

"Where? Class is about to begin." I croaked out, but he was already helping me up, gently pulling my arm.

He looked at Ashley and Haley for a few minutes then shrugged.

Like they were communicating... The scene from yesterday flashed in my mind; when the guy looked like he was communicating with the wolves.

Were they able to do that? Another memory flickered across my mind, of how I'd thought that Ezra and Ashley were having a telepathic conversation the day I first brought Gray in. How I had laughed at that thought.

Little did I know.

"Okay." Ashley nodded to Ezra.

He put an arm around my shoulders and we walked to the door. The other students' gazes bored in my back, their whispers loud. Their prince with a human.

Now all the looks and the remarks made sense.

I coughed and sneezed the entire way back to the cabin. Ezra looked at me like I was dying. I felt like I was dying. Cold sucked.

Once in my cabin, I was about to climb up the steps when my feet left the ground and the world swayed for a moment.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked, looking wide eyed at Ezra. H'd scooped me up in his arms and took the stairs two at a time. I wrapped my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall.

A sense of déjà vu struck me. The concern in Ezra's intense eyes was overlaid with steel determination. "You need to rest."

I'd left my bedroom door open for Gray. The pup was nowhere to be seen. He probably went outside through the pet door.

Ezra deposited me on my still unmade bed. I toed off my sneakers and settled down.

What if he saw the yellow hoodie in the bathroom? I had a fleeting moment of panic as the thought flickered through my head. But I quickly dismissed it. He wasn't one to snoop around.

He pulled the comforter over me and brushed my hair back. His hand felt like a soothing, cold balm against my skin. I leaned into it. The tingles intensified.

"I'll be back. Can I see your phone?"

I gave him my phone. He typed on the screen for a while. "You have my number. Call if you need me. I'll only be gone for a little while, though, okay?"

"You don't have to-" He gave me the phone, squeezing my hand in the process, then left, reluctance written on every inch of his body.

I shifted in the bed, feeling cold and hot at once. The sweater dress was suffocating, and it kept riding up. I dragged myself to my closet, changed to a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable t-shirt, then stumbled back into bed.

My headache and the cough were getting worse. I should probably get an Advil or something, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I looked at the window. The sky was weeping again, fat droplet of water splattered the glass. It would be a long, gray day again.

I must dozed off, or maybe passed out, I didn't know. But when I came to, my breathing was heavy and my hair sticky from sweat. Ezra came in after a knock, carrying a white tote bag. I must've woken up because I heard him. He wasn't alone.

The woman with him was older but in good shape. Her face was that of someone who smiled often, with pronounced crow's feet and deep smile lines. She was wearing a plain black suit, holding a small suitcase.

Ezra put the bag on the dresser and introduced the woman as doctor Hamilton.

Ezra stepped outside, leaving the door cracked, while the doctor examined me. Everything was foggy. She called Ezra in after she was done.

I closed my eyes as another coughing fit raked through my body as they talked in low voices. I caught the words cold and fever.

I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, the doctor was gone and Ezra sat beside my bed in a chair, rummaging through the tote bag. He pulled a bottle of water, uncapped it and gave it to me. "You need fluids."

He helped prop up my pillows. I took a small swig. My stomach was still queasy, but the water was cool and soothing. I took more sips under Ezra' watchful gaze.

He looked like he wanted to spoon feed me the water himself. "What did you have for breakfast?"

"I didn't," I said, putting the water bottle on the nightstand.

He sighed. "Please don't skip your meals."

My heart squeezed. I couldn't believe this was the same guy who intimidated those huge wolves yesterday.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know if I'll be able to keep anything down," I said.

He brushed the back of his fingers across my cheek. "I'll back."

He disappeared again. I pulled the comforter up to my chin. How could I be cold and hot at the same time?

The last time I had been this sick, I was around twelve. I had a serious fever at the time. But I held it in. I didn't complain. Mom used to tell me to take care of myself, to not complain about every little thing. And my younger self thought that if I didn't bother her, she might like me better.

I had gone to school like that, only to pass out in class. My mom had to leave work to pick me up from school. The drive back home had been full of accusing silence. Once home, she gave me some cold medicine and left for work.

I used to be jealous of Alexander, my little brother, when he got sick. It was messed up. But having my mother's unparalleled attention was something I'd craved. So I prayed that I would get sick so my mother would care for me that way. It didn't matter, though, whether I was sick or healthy, my mother only ever saw me as the person who took Dad away from her.

Tears stung my eyes. I swallowed past the knot in my throat and closed my eyes.

Maybe it really was time for me to leave her alone. To leave that life behind, leave everyone from that life behind.

Even though she was the only family I had.

Ezra's heavy footsteps announced his arrival. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, balancing a tray on one hand and an insulated bottle in the other. He put the tray on top of the bed next to me, it held a bowl of what looked like soup and a bunch of meds. He opened the insulated bottle.

"Tea," he said. "Honey lemon ginger. It's supposed to help."

"Thank you," I accepted it and drank, even though I didn't want to drink anything. But I was grateful I did. The warm tea slid smoothly down my throat, soothing the stinging caused by the cough.

Ezra watched me carefully, until I dawned half the bottle. He took it back and picked up the bowl in the tray.

"Chicken soup," he said.

"You cook?"

He blinked, glancing down at the bowl. "Uh- no. I can't really cook. I had the school cook make it. Jason brought it over with the meds."

I didn't know if I could keep it down, but the hopeful look in his eyes was impossible to ignore. Refusing would be like kicking a puppy. Since he was part canine, the comparison wasn't far off.

He looked like he wanted to feed me himself, but I took the bowl and had a few spoonfuls.

Being cared for felt so nice. It was an odd feeling, and I had no idea what I'd been missing so far.

For so long, I had been begging for crumbs of affection from my Mather, yet here was this person, whom I barely knew for a few weeks, and who seemed to care more than anyone ever did about me.

The chicken soup was delightful. It was a shame I couldn't drink all of it. Ezra made sure I had my medication after, then drew up the curtains on the windows.

My headache was almost gone. The medication and the food were kicking in. My muscles turned into jelly and my eyelids grew heavy. Ezra fixed the pillows so I laid down and pulled the comforter up my shoulders, his hands gentle and careful. He brushed his fingers against my cheek before taking back his seat. "Sleep. You need it."

I think I nodded before I drifted into deep sleep, full and safe and content.

The sound of rain and low voices tugged me out of sleep. I was in that place between sleep and consciousness, where I was aware of my surroundings, my breathing still even and my eyes closed. My foggy brain could barely make sense of the words.

"How is she?" A familiar voice asked in a hushed whisper. Zach.

"Better. Fever went down," Ezra answered just as quietly. "The doctor said it might flare back later tonight."

"You need to go eat. You didn't have lunch."

"Later. Any news?"

"Not yet. Haley checked the barriers but there was nothing wrong with them. She called her father, and he'll send someone down here."

"The guys?"

"Brandon is the only one who caught a scent. He's been approaching girls-"

Brandon. My breath caught. I came completely and abruptly awake as the name connected in my head.

The conversation ceased. They knew I was awake.

My eyes fluttered open. The room was dark except for the soft glow of my bedside lamp. I must have slept the day away. Ezra sat in the same chair. Zach stood next to him.

Zach gave me a kind smile. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Much better. Thank you," I rasped, then cleared my throat.

"The girls came earlier when you were asleep. They went to have dinner," Zach said. He put a hand on Ezra's shoulder. "I'll see you guys later. Get better soon, Orla. Ezra will bite our heads off if you don't."

Ezra threw him a glare. Zach just winked at me and strolled out. Ezra followed him out, and they spoke quietly in front of my door.

My brain was too worked up to be amused by Zach's words.

So those werewolves did tell Zach and Ezra after all. Zach said Brandon had been approaching girls, human girls. That meant it was only a matter of time before they realized it was me.

What should I do?

Also, Haley was one of them, it seemed. Zach said she checked the barriers. The guys from yesterday said something about the barriers as well. What was that about?

Ezra came back. He still looked irritated by Zach's words. But when he looked at me, his eyes softened. He sat down on the chair and pressed his palm to my forehead. He nodded to himself, then reluctantly retrieved his hand.

"What time is it?" I asked. Beyond the curtains, the world was dark. Rain pelted the window, still going strong.

"Almost seven. Dinner?"

A flash of lightning illuminated the window. I braced for the thunder. It roared a second later. I jumped and shut my eyes. So close.

"Orla?"

"Mhm?"

The world lightened behind my closed eyelids. Thunder crashed, closer. I clutched the comforter with shaky hands. I felt the bed dip beside me.

"Are you afraid of thunder?" Ezra asked, his voice closer.

"Kind of," I mumbled, pulling the comforter up to my chin. I opened my eyes and glanced warily at the window, my heart beating loudly.

I had always been afraid of thunder. And my fear developed into outright phobia when it was dark outside.

It was illogical, but the anxiety and extreme panic that churned in my guts didn't care about reason.

I used to hide under the bed or in my closet whenever there was a storm at night. I huddle under the blanket and stay there until it stopped.

I could remember the orphanage mistress talking to my parents about it when they first met me. She thought it had something to do with the fact that the day I was left in the steps of the institution was a stormy day. I didn't know for sure, though, since I had no memories of anything before the orphanage.

So, as I tried to take my mind off the storm raging outside, I turned on my side and looked into Ezra's eyes. "Where's Gray?"

Ezra nodded to my feet, where a sleeping Gray was curled up. My heart settled down at the sight.

"You're not afraid of him?"

My eyes snapped to Ezra. He was looking at Gray.

"Why would I?" I asked, confused. Why would I be afraid of Gray? He was the cutest, cuddliest soft fur ball.

"He's not just a dog," Ezra said, meeting my gaze. "He's going to become a grown up wolf. Very different from the small puppy that he is right now."

A wolf... Like him. Oh.

"I'm not afraid of him," I said, putting all the reassurance I could into my smile. "I know he'll be a grown up wolf one day, but I'll take care of him the best I could. The only reason I'd stop would be if he doesn't want me anymore, or if he wants to leave."

It was the truth, too. I wasn't afraid of Ezra. For some unfathomable reason, he cared about me, and I cared about him, as well. Reason said I should be afraid, I should have a sense of self preservation. He wasn't human, at least not fully. He was something I had thought only existed in stories and fairytales. I didn't even know the extent of their powers.

But, as the saying went, the heart has its reasons, which reason does not know.

Ezra stared at me for several seconds. He didn't look like he was breathing. His eyes flashed with so many emotions.

Lightning struck.

I closed my eyes and jumped when thunder crashed, so deafening and strong the walls almost quaked. My heart beat hard and fast and my breath caught.

"Shh, it's okay," Ezra mumbled. He scooted closer to me, one of his hands rubbing my back up and down over the comforter, soothing some of my panic away.

I focused on my breathing and Ezra's voice and hand on my back. After a few minutes I opened my eyes.

"You should go eat," I said, hating how shaky my voice was.

Ezra shook his head immediately. "I'll tell the grill to grab us something from the cafeteria." Then he whispered the next words. "I'm not leaving."

And it felt as though he was talking about more than just leaving the room.

"What do you usually do? when there's a storm like this."

"Nothing, really," I began. "It's not so bad if it's in the middle of the day. But at night... I usually sleep under the bed, or my closet. Sometimes, when it's bad, I snuck into Alexander's room. I guess being alone makes it worse."

"Alexander?"

"My little brother."

He leaned against the headboard, his hand laying limp on his thigh. My fingers twitched. I wanted to touch it. I forced my attention away. "Do you have siblings?"

He stiffened. I immediately regretted my question. His jaw ticked, and his eyes stared unseeing at the window. So much pain. So much grief. I touched his hand. My fingers tingled. Ezra looked at me, surprised.

"It's okay," I whispered.

He blew out a breath, turning his hand to catch my fingers with his. "I had two siblings."

A sharp pain stung my heart. He'd lost two siblings. I couldn't even imagine what he must've gone through.

I didn't know what to say. I remembered how when my father died, I hated when people said 'Sorry' without really meaning it, or 'It's going to be okay' when it was not okay, it never was.

But maybe I was a different case. Maybe I had thought I didn't deserve their words. I was the one who killed him, after all.

"Brothers or sisters?" I asked after a beat of silence.

"One brother and one sister."

I couldn't stand the heavy sadness in his eyes. I wanted to take the hurt away. I wanted to keep him safe from the pain.

Funny; I was a human half his size and he was a werewolf prince.

I pulled my hand away. My body moved on its own. I inched closer. He removed his hand. My head laid on his thigh. I smiled up at him. His eyes turned warm and tender, and his hand rested on my hair, tangling through it.

I closed my eyes, pulled the comforter up to my chin and sighed. So comfortable. So safe. Sleep beckoned, its siren call irresistible. The rain outside mellowed.

"Thank you," he whispered so low I barely heard it.

"What for?" I mumbled, struggling to crack my eyes open.

"For being," he answered, and for the first time since I had met Ezra, his lips tugged into a full, breathtaking, genuine smile.

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