Ezren’s body trembled with shock as she found Foster’s gaze. “Sh-sh-should’ve l-l-listened.” “It’s fine. We’ll get it next time.” With gentle, smooth movements, he lifted her onto the stretcher. “I promise.” Ezren nodded as the stretcher rose in the air once more, her stare not leaving Foster’s. “N-n-not… l-l-last.” “Just for starters.” And strangely, he meant it. They could be better than that. They would be better than that. For her? For himself? For Vieve? He wasn’t sure.
