“Gianna.” I say. Ezra’s head turns toward me sharply.
“There is no proof she is behind this.” He says carefully. I stare at him in disbelief.
“Pull your head out of your ass.” I snap. “Who else would benefit from separating us. Who else has motive. It’s her and Christopher.”
The healer does not interrupt. Ezra’s jaw tightens.
“Declan and Nathan are still investigating.” He says. “They are looking for evidence.”
“Evidence.” I echo bitterly. “She has been trying to force herself into your position since the day I came back. Christopher threatened public justice at my mother’s funeral. And now suddenly a witch shows up and tries to drag me over the border.”
He does not deny the timing. But he still does not agree.
“We need proof.” He insists. “If we accuse without it, we hand Christoph
