Hazel Moreau
I woke up late the next morning, but unlike the day before, I didn't feel the warmth I'd gotten used to since I got here. Instead, a heavy weight sat in my chest, making it hard to find any joy in the luxurious surroundings that had once amazed me.
Rye's warning echoed in my mind, mixing with memories of Killian's response when I'd asked about Ezra. There had been something about the way he'd reassured me that he had people searching for my brother that I didn't quite believe. He hadn't seemed entirely truthful, and he'd avoided meeting my eyes directly when he spoke. The way he'd quickly distracted me afterward felt calculated, as if he'd been trying to prevent me from asking more questions.
I tried not to think too much about it, forcing myself to choose belief in Killia
