Present…
Ezra's eyes flew open.
He didn't gasp. Didn't jerk awake. He stayed perfectly still, already aware of the warm weight in his arms. Lior was still asleep, breathing softly against his chest.
And Ezra knew.
He knew it had been a dream.
A memory he had sworn never to revisit.
'I can't believe I dreamed about it again after all this time,' he thought, staring at the ceiling. 'Is it because I saw him again?'
The ball.
His heat.
That night.
In a turn of events he never could have predicted, Ezra had ended up sleeping with a drunken prince who had fallen into rut because of him.
Or maybe because of the heat. Or maybe because fate had decided to be cruel.
Ezra had tried to forget it. Tried to bury every detail so deeply that even he couldn't reach it anymore.
And for the most part, it had worked.
In his memories, there were only gold eyes.
Nothing else.
No face.
No name.
And he intended to keep it that way.
Ezra let out a quiet sigh and looked down at Lior.
