“I’ve seen him naked. No more last names.”Blair howled with laughter as I smacked her with the pillow again, softer this time. The sound filled the room like sunshine cracking through storm clouds. A warmth bloomed in my chest. God, I needed this. I needed her.She fell back dramatically, hand over her heart. “Okay, okay, Ezra it is.”We both smiled, a fragile peace settling over us like a threadbare blanket.I picked at a thread on the sleeve of my top, “Is your mom home?”Blair sighed. “Nah. She’s still at work.” Her voice softened, the edges of her usual sass worn down. “She works way too much. Honestly, I think she doesn’t know how to stop. Like, she’ll complain about being tired, then go take on another client just because someone asked nicely.”“She deserves a break,” I said.Blair nodded, eyes focused on the ceiling. “Yeah. She won’t take one, though. She says she can rest when Amy finishes her final year. And Amy’s only 9.”I gave a small laugh. “Speaking of, is Amy around?”
JACQUELINEBlair reached over and took my hand. “I know.”I swallowed. “I don’t regret it. I just... I feel like I don’t know him. Not really. He’s always been this mystery. And now—”“You’ve slept with the mystery,” she said, deadpan.I groaned and buried my face in her shoulder.She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around me. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s okay to be confused. But I saw the way you looked at him in the parking lot the other day. And it's obvious that he cares about you too. I mean, he came to the hospital to look for you and take you back to your mom. That wasn’t nothing.”I sniffed as I remembered that day and how Ezra had looked cold and formidable leaning against his car, those gray, stormy eyes pinning me to the spot. Maybe Blair was right. Maybe he did care. He had touched me like I mattered…his hands on my skin had made me feel warm and fuzzy...I pulled back slowly, determined to stop thinking about the sex. “He said he went to see Samuel.”Blair stiffened. “What?
JACQUELINE’S POVThe road ahead looked soft and blurry, like I was seeing it through water. Or tears. I couldn’t tell. I wasn’t crying, not really. But something in me had cracked wide open, and I was still trying to keep it all from spilling out.I had just had sex.With Mr. Philips. No, Ezra. He had told me to call him Ezra.The words echoed in my head, like something out of someone else’s life.I hadn't visited Ezra with the motive of sex. I had needed to warn him about Samuel and let him know about the threat. But when I had seen him, all the feelings I had been suppressing had risen to the fore, and I had found myself wanting...needing to be touched by him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My body was still sore in the best kind of way. My lips are still swollen. My skin is still warm with the afterglow of him.I hadn’t meant for it to happen. Not like this. Not with so many things unsaid.But it had felt... right. I didn’t regret it. Not one second of it. Not t
EZRA’S POVThe house was silent when I stepped in, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator down the hall.I shut the door behind me, careful with the lock, but even the click sounded loud to my ears.I rolled my shoulder once, tension pulling tight down my spine. The hallway stretched toward the room where I left her.Jacqueline.When I pushed open the door, the light from the hallway spilled across the bed.She was still there. I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. For a moment, I’d thought that I’d come home to find her gone.But she was still here, still asleep, curled beneath the covers, her body half-hidden in cotton sheets. Her hair was a dark tumble across the pillow, her skin pale against the linen.Jacqueline was beautiful. There was something about her fragile human skin that beckoned to me. The fact that she was breakable yet so beautiful tugged at something in my heart that made me swallow.I stepped toward the bed, fully intending to remove my clothes and act
EZRAI didn’t need directions. My body moved on muscle memory, cutting through the sharp turns and quiet roads as dusk crawled across the sky. I’d only been to the house once, long enough to memorize the perfect driveway, the pristine lawn, the marble pillars that framed the entrance.Long enough to remember the scent of the coward who lived here.Samuel.The name curled bitter on my tongue. My hands flexed on the wheel, the ghost of restraint tightening across my knuckles. I’d let him go once. I had walked away. But now...He had crossed a line no sane being should ever touch.He had posted again. The first time, it had been fake nudes… cruel, pathetic. This time it was real. A hug in the parking lot. Another in the hallway. Grainy and distant but undeniable. He’d been watching her. Watching us.And now, posted for the world, it came with a venomous caption.Her lover threatened to unalive me. Let’s see him try.The wolf stirred inside me.The elegant home rose up like a statue of pr
EZRAJacqueline lay against the pillows with her cheek turned toward me, her hair curled around her throat like silk spun from dusk. I had never seen anything so holy.I lay there for minutes, maybe longer, watching the rise and fall of her bare back. The little human was imperfectly perfect in a way that threatened that she could become an addiction.And as I continued to watch her, drinking in her calming presence, something stirred in my chest. Heat, weight, need.Not lust. Not this time.This was deeper. Fiercer. It pressed under my ribs like a brand.I did not have a name for it at first. But I knew what it felt like. A tether. A thread that ran from my sternum straight to her skin, buried somewhere I could not reach. It vibrated faintly as she moved in her sleep, pulling at me with the subtlety of gravity.The bond.It was forming.I drew a breath and felt the edges of it wrap around me, invisible but real. I had only ever felt the beginning of this once before, lifetimes ago. W