Jessie leaned against Ezrah, breathing in air tinged with delicious smoke. "You ever miss it, living out there?"
He didn’t. He was home, surrounded by magic, by hope, by eternity, and more importantly, by his Ez. Still, the snow was falling outside the windows and that meant that Christmas was either coming or gone.
"Nope. I got everything a man could need, right here." Ezrah’s face was relaxed, lax, and they swayed together, the rest of their clan moving with them.
"Right here." He smiled. Maybe the flakes falling outside were just ash.
Jesse and Ezrah live in New West.