EZEKIEL
"Ezekiel... is there... a problem?" Daphne's voice is uncertain as she shifts against me, trying to pull away.
But my arms tighten, holding her closer. "Stay still." I whisper, my eyes locked on Asher across the street. His smirk needles at me, until a car passes, and when it's gone, so is he. He has vanished like smoke.
Slowly, I loosen my grip on her and step forward, scanning the street, searching for any trace of him. How did he slip into this place? What is that bastard planning?
"Is something wrong, Ezekiel?" Daphne asks, noticing the tension I can't hide.
I drag in a deep breath, forcing my shoulders to relax before turning back to her. A smile curves on my lips, but it feels brittle, rehearsed. "No."
Her brow furrows. "Then... what was that for?"
"Um..." My mind scr
