Chapter 36

• An unfamiliar, sharp knock came at my door, and I slumped into my chair, starting to brush my hair nervously. I called them in, and Ezra stood, taking up almost the entire frame. I put down the brush and eyed him. He wasn’t casual at all. He was rigid and assessing; maybe someone was near, but I didn’t hear anyone.
• “I’m to escort you to breakfast,” he said, his voice hard.
• I nodded and walked out next to him. He leaned closer to me, and my stomach flipped even with that. “Do you hear anyone?” he asked, his voice low.