“ ... Are you sick? ” they didn't chat often, so this was a rare occasion. Even then, some concern was present.
Ezra opened his mouth but decided against speaking– his stoic disposition just wouldn't allow it.
What he settled for? Returning to work.
“ I should drain you of all blood, ” and he wasn't referring to drinking her dry... “ cleanse what a half-blood tasted, but I won't; your body wouldn't survive the shock. ”
“ Are we certain her mate didn't achieve something of this nature before? Hm. He seems weak-willed, scratch the idea. ”
What began as a rare, unusual smile from him ended in brief laughter; of course, not a pleasant sound.
“ If you so wish, I'll devise an alternative from father's blood. ”



