Chapter 28: The bond of nature draw me to my own, my own in thee, for what thou art is mine; our state cannot be sever’d, we are one, one flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. – IX, 956-959
He can’t remember ever feeling so warm before in his life. Not stiflingly so; just so safe and comfortable and relaxed. He’d definitely never felt this way in his own home, and after…
Well, after he’d essentially been on his own.
The gentle fingers on his back genuinely make him wish he was still unconscious. If he never wakes up, this feeling never has to fade.
But that’s not how the world works, and Ezra knows this.
So, he opens his eyes.
“Bien, tu es vivant.”
“Unfortunately,” he grumbles out.
He trying to see the source of the brisk female voice, but the rather dim lighting in here (the non-flickering consistency of the electric variety) is still too bright for him. His head gives a violent throb, leaving him gasping not to be sick.
“Relax,” Lane’s voice. “You’ll be fine.”
Ezra then recognizes the fingers on his skin as theirs, lightly drawing soothing patterns as he lays with his head in their lap.
But who’s the woman?