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I knew he would do this.

“We said just once.”

His lips stretch into a mischievous grin. “I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve said just once.”

“Ezra...”

Pressing his thumb against my lips, he refuses to let me finish the thought. Amber eyes search mine for what feels like forever, but really is only seconds.

“You never called me back.”

I attempt to answer, and he presses his thumb tighter.

“Ineededyou. We,” he specifies to include Damon, “needed you.”

Pausing, he lets the truth sink in before hitting me with the final blow, a smirk on his lips while doing it.

“You broke your promise, killer. Even when we kept ours.”

Ezra could have stabbed a knife through my chest, and it would have hurt less, his reminder cutting just as deep as he’d intended.

Winking once before letting me go, he pushes to his feet and steps back, that amber stare holding me prisoner while Damon hands me my dress.

A knock on the door breaks the tense silence.

“Emily?”

“I’m coming,” I call out, finally blinking to break Ezra’s stare and letting my hair fall forward so it will shield my face to keep him from trapping me again.

The violence inside him right now is calling to me. The fire.

Sliding off the desk onto my feet, I hurry to pull my dress on, my hands fumbling with the zipper because I’m in such a hurry to go.

“Let me help.”

Damon, the eternal sweetheart. He’s a man with a temper easily triggered, but has a heart of pure gold.

Unlike his brother who continues staring at me with accusing eyes, a hundred promises swirling and colliding together into the singular message that I was the person to break them.

Damon barely has my dress in place when I make a mad rush to the door.

Unfortunately, I don’t reach it before Ezra grabs my arm and tugs my back against his chest.

Dipping his head down, he speaks against my ear.

“Next time I call, you should answer. Or have you forgotten I’m back in town?”

Breath leaks out of me, shallow and slow.

“You haven’t called since you’ve been back.” Turning my head just enough that I can see him in my peripheral vision, I add, “Not once.”

His lips curl at that. “Because you never answer.”

As soon as his fingers release their hold on my arm, I rush forward again to let myself out of the office and into the hall.

Ivy cocks a brow at me and shakes her head.

“It’s like you wanted to get caught. My father’s office? What the hell were you thinking?”

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