Chapter 43: Ezra

Ezra sat next to me on the couch, waiting as I finished eating the delectable charcuterie board Clarke had brought by. Once I had finished, I sat back with a sigh.

"If that's how the food is around here, I don't think I'll be leaving anytime soon."

Ezra chuckled. "I think that was the plan from the beginning."

"Right," I said, rolling my eyes. "You'll be sick of me soon enough and back to your promiscuous ways."

Ezra furrowed his brows in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Please, Ezra. I noticed all the clothes in your closet. The woman's shampoo in your shower. I don't need to be Sherlock to connect the dots there."

Ezra set his wine down and leaned forward to look me directly in the eye. "Is that what you thought?" He asked softly. "That I paraded women around my home? That I would dare allow you to wear cast-offs?"

I couldn't say anything. The raw power that seemed to radiate off him stifled any words that I had been considering saying.