Chapter 87 May I?
- [Raven]
- Xanthea’s eyelids fluttered to Ezra as he stood before her, her breaths shallow, and when he leaned closer to her, she wasn’t breathing altogether.
- Ezra held her gaze, his eyes dropping to her parted lips behind the veil as he took in her features like a drug. With a swift gulp, he looked away briefly, overwhelmed by the intensity of her electric proximity.