جميع فصول : الفصل

If the world demanded your life, I would offer mine before the echo left its mouth. My existence is merely the echo of your name. EZREAL’S POV The day they discharged Baron, the hospital corridors felt too narrow for the kind of relief sitting in my chest. He walked slowly. Stubbornly. Refused the wheelchair. Of course he did. His shirt hid the bandages wrapped tight around his torso, but I knew exactly where the stitches pulled when he moved too quickly. I stayed half a step behind him anyway, close enough to catch him if he faltered. He didn’t. He never did. Outside, the air was sharp with late afternoon heat. The city hummed like it didn’t know how close it had come to losing him. I opened the car door for him. He raised a brow. “You’re hovering.” “I’m assessing.” “Assess from the driver’s seat.” I almost smiled. Almost. He slid in carefully. I shut the door and walked around to my side. For the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about retaliation. Or strategy. Or