Ezra
“You don’t get to choose for us, Ezra,” Mateo argues, following me to my office.
I growl. “Well, I did, and I am not taking it back, Mateo.”
“I am sick of this s**t, you can’t decide for Kat and me, we don’t even know who she has to choose between, Ezra.”
“Yes, you're right, but if it comes down to you and me, she saves you, and she lives. I won't have her die for me, and I won't have you die either, besides, you're better with her than me.”
“What? No, I am not, if she can't have both, she would rather go with you, Ezra.”
“I don’t mean it like that, I mean Ares won’t hurt her or any kids we may have.”
“Maddox won’t hurt us. Is this what you're worried about, that if Kat kills me, Maddox will hurt her?”
“No, I love you both, and neither of you will die for me, that is all, Mat
