Ezra sat back against the tall leather chair of his office, and took a deep breath.
This wasn't how he'd planned for their conversation to go and he knew he had gone too far in calling her weak. If there was one thing that Love was not, it was weak, in a multitude of ways. Both her physical strength and her strength of will and character were formidable.
But Ezra struggled to shake the constant fear of her mortality.
Not only was he immortal, where Love was not, but after more than 500 years of life, he had been forced to watch every human he had known fall to a multitude of fates, either through old age, disease or violence.
And now that Ren had found her...
