Ezra checked his commlink for the nth time whilst Love slept peacefully beside him.
'Has he done it yet? The bastard owes me for stealing my desk and blowing up my club damnit. Among other things...'
He flinched as he recalled Love's cold look of reproach when he had informed her of why she had needed to lie to Faith on his behalf.
She had urged him once again to make a decision and upon doing so, to be honest with Faith instead of allowing her to believe that he still intended to assist her in exacting revenge against Ren.
Yet, Ezra had already decided. From the day Faith had left his office, requesting that he make the right choice, he already knew.
He turned his head, his eyes scanning over the soft, delicate features of Love's sleeping face and felt his stomach twist in discomfort.
'Her face is just like his. Did I lie to her back then, or was I just lying to myself?'
