“Here,” Ezra said, sliding something soft and familiar into my hands.
My cheeks were flushed, and I f.orced myself to look away from him and at what he handed me. It was a dark leather book that was titled ‘The History of The Beta’s of Black River.’
I recognized this book from the library, but it never seemed important enough even to skim through. 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 s.car I wanted to kiss. “I replaced it with blank pages. If we need to communicate.” I nodded. “If something happens, I won’t be able to see you.” He swallowed. “We can use this to correspond still.”
I nodded again. I hated the thought I might not see him every day, even in passing. I grew to love se
