Ezra’s Point Of View.
“HEY, are you okay?”
I gasped when Kiana asked that on the other line. Silence filled the call for the next five minutes. The only noise I could hear was the sound of my constant breathing.
How can I respond to a question I don’t know the answer to?
I’ve been imprisoning myself inside the guest room for several days. Ever since the day I found out about their real identities, I haven’t been out of the room yet.
The six always bring me food as their compensation, except for Hyde. I was moved. I didn’t stay stubborn, of course. I eat what they give me because they make an effort to cook for me even though they don’t know how to cook.
When they do that, I feel nothing but guilt. I don’t think they have to apologize to me or even explain their side. I’m nobody to them. I have no say about their personal lives, and it’s not like they have done wrong to me.
The truth is I’m not mad at them, even after I found out that they are bad boys.