Chapter 43- History
Jacob and Ezekiel stared at each other for a moment, their eyes held in the empty stillness of the small room that had once been the childhood room of a man they both wanted to possess for two completely different reasons.
The dreams, the things Ezekiel wanted to think about, it all was pushed back as he watched the Lion smirk, then confidently stride forwards. Seeming to ignore the countless claw marks driven into the walls, and the decimated covers and cot that had once occupied the room, but which now laid strewn all around the room in tattered broken debris.
The silver manacles wrapped around his throat and wrist, which had been burning and slowly poisoning him for the last few days made every second a torture. Time slinked by in that room, but Ezekiel knew that
