Flora’s P.O.V

I knocked on Ezra’s door once again.

I was very much aware that it was past two in the morning and she must be tired and asleep, especially after the ceremony tonight, but I didn’t…just couldn’t wait till morning to discuss this with Ezra.

I raised my hand once more to knock on her ornate mahogany door, but before I could rasp my knuckles on the wood, the door opened to expose a tired looking Ezra in a bath robe and her hair wet. The scent of her lavender shampoo told me she had just gotten out of the shower.

“Flora?” Ezra looked at me in confusion. “What...