PENELOPE’S POV

Ezra blinked twice, looking around before probably processing the pain on his cheek.

“Ouch, that hurt. Why did you do that?”

“Really? You just spilled some shit now and you're asking why you deserve a slap?”

He seemed confused, holding his left cheek while drowning in his thoughts. “I…I said something?”

“You don't remember?” I asked. He shook his head in negation. At first I thought he was messing with me, but the look in his eyes looked real. ...