“Here,” Ezra said, sliding something soft and familiar into my hands.
My cheeks were flushed, and I f.orced myself to look at what he handed me. It was a dark leather book that was titled ‘The History of The Betas of Black River.”
I recognized this book from the library; it never seemed important enough to even skim through, though. I raised a brow at him, waiting for him to explain.
“I took out the text, horribly boring thing.” Half of his mouth tugged up through that faint scar I wanted to kiss. “I replaced it with blank pages. If we need to communicate, if something happens, and I won’t be able to see you.” He swallowed. “We can use this to correspond as a backup.”
I nodded. I hated the thought that I wouldn’t be able to see him every day, even in passing. I grew to love seeing him
