Hazel Moreau
The door to Killian's chambers opened, and an unfamiliar man stepped inside. He was tall and rough-looking, with scars across his face and cold eyes that made my skin crawl. He nodded at Ezra without saying a word.
Ezra grabbed my hand, his grip tight and urgent. "Let's go."
As we stepped out of the room, the smell hit me immediately. Blood. The metallic scent was so strong it made my stomach turn. Bodies of guards lay scattered in the hallway, and even though Ezra tried to shield me from the worst of it by positioning himself between me and the c*****e, I still saw too much. The sight was sickening. Men I'd seen every day, men who had protected me, now lying motionless on the cold stone floor.
My legs felt weak, and I stumbled, but Ezra kept pulling me forward. "Don't loo
