Ezra
"Syrus Valedorn."
I suddenly started coughing.
It came out of nowhere and caught me off guard. My chest tightened and I bent forward slightly, trying to steady my breathing.
Before I could even react properly, a cup of water appeared in Allen's hand.
He moved closer immediately.
"Here," he said, holding it out. "Drink this."
I didn't bother to ask where the water suddenly came from. I leaned forward and took the cup, my fingers brushing his slightly.
The water helped.
I exhaled slowly and handed the cup back.
"Sorry about that," I muttered.
"It's fine, I hope you're okay now," Allen said.
"Yes I am."
There was a short pause.
Then I looked at him again.
"Tell me about him," I said.
He frowned slightly. "Who?"
"Your last mate," I replied.
His expression changed.
For a second, I thought he wouldn't answer.
Then he looked away and spoke.
"Well, he was… gentle," Allen said.
His voice was softer now.
