“You like it?” Ezekiel’s voice snaps me from my trance.
I startle, realizing I hadn’t even noticed he’d shifted back. His broad shoulders catch the glow of the sunset, every hard line softened by firelight. He’s wrapped his lower half in a blanket, another soft-looking one held out for me.
He places it on the ground before me and turns his back. I shift quickly, pulling the fur around me, the warmth a comfort against the cool stone. Then I sit beside him again, the world still blazing before us.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, the words too small for what I feel.
“Beautiful takes on a whole different meaning,” he murmurs, “when someone meets you.”
My breath stutters. I tear my gaze from the sky to him. His eyes aren’t on the horizon—they’re on me. And in them burns something stronger tha
