Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 17 | Ezra Bound

Chapter 17

Who is Ezra? Was my mother making a mistake? Obviously she wasn't the most reasonable person in the world, but usually her actions made more since than this.

"Ezra, son, brush the sand off yourself and come meet your fiancé." I turn around, expecting to see some young man with bulging shoulders and overly-set build but instead I come face-to-face with: Quietboy. A scrawny white-boy who died his hair pure white, with blue eyes so light they were practically clear. I may be a little worried about the situation, because I was sure my mother would understand this guy was crazy, but she didn't know that. She doesn't know that Quietboy...Erza...can foreshadow my problems or has not had one decent conversation with me. All my mother sees is money and power.

"Eris." He states my name like a fact, and I hold back an aggravated snarl. Just a moment ago he was knocked out on the sand like he was possessed by some demon spirit, now he stands casual and bored.

"Ezra." I try his name, wishing it wasn't him I was spending the rest of my life with, or marry in the next year.

My mother takes my shoulder and spins me around so I face her, "Come, let's get you settled into the hotel for the night." I glare at her, but wipe it off quickly; I should have known my mother would have chosen a match for me.

"What about us?" Ron shouts at us, sounding more than enough like an abandoned puppy in the middle of an alleyway.

"You will go home to your families in the morning but for now you will stay in the hotel with us." My mother clears her throat and strides up the slope of sand to the parking lot. This was the ritual. I had to spend my first night in a hotel with my new fiancé for the first time before he moves in. A year later, when we marry, the rest of his family moves in.

When we check-in to our hotel rooms Ezra and I are specifically placed as far away from everyone else as possible. we are at the end of a long hallway, with the room number 427. Four floors up and 27 rooms across.

Both Ezra and I enter the room, and shut the door discreetly behind us. There was one bed (go figure) and across from it was a large flat-screen Tv sitting on top of a dresser. The first thing I do is look for a remote so the awkward silence didn't swallow me whole. Ezra didn't seem to care about the silence, and plops on to the bed with his hand behind his head breathing deeply.

"Second drawer to the right." Ezra announces, closing his eyes and gritting sighing deeply.

I mutter to myself as I open the second drawer to the right; it's the remote. His little tricks are going to get real old.

Once I pick up the remote I stand where I was, next to the TV, and flip through the limited channels.

"You won't find anything good."

"I'm still looking." I harshly state back at his bored tone.

He is more of a jerk than Nick is!

He doesn't answer back: living up to his nickname, but he does seem to get a curious glint in his eye.

"What?" I stop flipping through the channels when I find there are only 3 usable ones with no real idea behind them.

"I was just thinking." he says while sitting up to make-eye contact. "Who are you really?"

And there he goes again with all the weird questions.

"I know just as much as you, Ezra. I'm an evil-born child with lots of power."

"No," he shakes his head, "that's not what you believe."

How does he know that? I can believe anything I want! I can be evil and good all at once.

"Your personality is quite similar to the human beings. You are much more complicated than us: normal Witches. It's intriguing, really. I wish I could be inside your head or a moment."

I set the remote down and grit my teeth together. Why did my mother have to choose such an awkward, incoherent, and mysterious match for me? He watches me like I'm some weird specimen, and tells me things I don't want to hear.

"Come sit with me." He pats the white sheets beside him and scoots over to make more room.

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired and I want to sleep with my new fiancé."

He called me his fiancé, I mean-technically I am his fiancé but to hear him say sounded too formal and true. I am going to marry him, I am going to lead our joint Coven, I am going to live with him and the rest of his family for the rest of my life. The exciting part is over: I have nothing left to look forward to.

"What's wrong?" He whispers, taking in my expression. "Please, just sit, tell me what's wrong. I'm a good listener."

When has he ever listened to me?

I didn't want to sit, so instead I stood and faced the large windows that took the entire back wall. "Why do you care?"

"Why are you upset?" He counters and I noticed how his tone was no-longer filled with cold boredom he usually had on. It was like he really cared for once. "Is it because of El Rey Muerto?"

My stomach clenched, and I whined a complaint. The man didn't scare me, but his skills did. The man that came to the beach did not look like a king; he looked like a beautiful man with great strength- different from the night he was in my bedroom: stealing my vial of Love Potion.

Would a love potion fix me up to liking Ezra? No. That's not fair for him.

"You'll be fine, Eris, now that you have me around there is nothing to fear. You may think yourself to be of great evil, but I am of great goodness. I don't look or act like it, but it's who I am inside. Our titles deceive us, I may be good but I am not perfect. While you are evil but not without kindness. It is you who shapes your destiny: and I want to be there to help you along the way. I won't let the Dead King come for you." He wraps his arms around my shoulders and presses his chest to my back. "I promise you: on my life, I will protect you from the worst of all beings alive. I can control my magic, better than anyone else, and I won't let him get to you a second time."

If only I could believe him.