Skye’s POV
I woke Ezra by shaking his shoulder. He sat up quickly and watched the video once all the way through, his face looking as hard as stone.
“Celine has access to the security feeds,” he said. “She’s planning on using them against us.”
He got out of bed and started packing right then, throwing clothes into a black bag, adding his phone chargers and laptop. “Both of us are going to the city tonight.”
Zoey called from the mainland while we were still packing. Her voice sounded cold when Ezra put it on speaker.
“I’m staying with friends for a bit,” she said. “Don’t wait up for me. I need space.”
She hung up before I could even open my mouth to say something.
On the private jet, Ezra kept his hand on my thigh throughout the whole flight, his touch so firm as if he was claiming m
