Ezekiel’s POV
"You think you are untouchable because you have a fancy title, but you bleed like anyone else."
The words did not come from the room. They came from the air right next to my ear.
I did not flinch. I did not move a single muscle in my face. I just kept my eyes on the two Omega servants who were packing my heavy leather cases. Their fingers were trembling so hard they could barely fold my black shirts. They could hear the voice too. They just did not know where it was coming from.
The air on the stone balcony flickered. It looked like grease on hot pavement. Then the smoke pulled together into a shape.
Iris stood there. Her body looked thin and clear, like a reflection in a muddy puddle. Her long dark hair floated around her shoulders even though there was no wind out here
