EZRA'S POVCaius had laid out my clothes before I was fully awake. I stood in the middle of the room in yesterday's shirt and looked at the selection on the bed, feeling the specific weight of a morning that had been decided for me before I got to it. "Come here," he said gently and I just followed his voice. He worked quietly, straightening my collar, adjusting the fit of my jacket with so much precision he applied to everything he cared about. His eyes moved across my face the way they did when he was running an assessment he wasn't going to announce. I just stared. He rubbed his thumb on the space between my brows. "Stop thinking so hard." "I'm not–" "Yes, you are, Ez." He smoothed the lapel and stepped back to look at me. "I can feel it. It's coming off you in waves."I looked out the window. "I'm fine." "No, you're not and that's what I don't like, darling." He put a hand on my jaw and turned my face toward him. "Listen to me, you're not fine. You're terrif
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