"I will," he agreed. It was an easy promise to make, because he'd already made it to his sister before, and because Rosalie would have no way of knowing whether or not he'd kept it.

Ezra glanced up at the house. He hadn't been here in years, and it looked more sinister in the dark — probably anything would have looked more sinister, in this current darkness.

"You don't have to worry about me," he said, glancing back to her. Though maybe what he was really saying was you shouldn't worry about me. Her concern was not good for either of them, given their history.

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