Ezra appeared tired and dishevelled as he relaxed before me, his once beautifully loosely curled onyx hair now looked dull and in a tangled mess on top of his head. Strands of hair covered his left eye and gave him an almost boyish appearance as he gazed at me with his tired and yearning eyes.
It felt like it had been ages since I had truly looked into his eyes, almost as if I were peering into his soul.
He is still ruthless and arrogant with each incarnation, I thought to myself.
And yet I'm the only one who has ever been able to tame his wild and murderous beast.
It felt as if time itself were slowing between us as my ruthless mates’ hot arms embraced me as if he were afraid to lose me this time. As if I were a delicate flower who would blow away in the gentle breeze at any moment.
