Ezra threw his bag by the door, the distinct sound of metal and wood clashing filling the room. He rolled his shoulders, a low grunt leaving him as his senses scanned his surroundings. “I know you’re here.” The words were uttered before he’d even finished stretching his back, and his eyes sought out the direction from which Jacob’s scent came. “You been checking up on me?” He teased, kicking his boots off. Ezra’s given the other male a key a while ago, but he’d also told Jacob he’d be gone for a week or two. That he’d come home early, his boyfriend couldn’t possibly know, unless he’s used magic to track his movements.