It felt like a dream. The kind of dream where you know you’re on the verge of waking up, but you can’t seem to escape the nightmare. No matter how many times I tried to pull away from the truth, it pulled me deeper into its suffocating grip.
Ezekiel stood there, like he had all the time in the world. His pale eyes, unblinking, watched me with a steady, unyielding intensity. His words had already torn through me, shattered every illusion I’d clung to, but the worst part The part that twisted like a knife in my gut
He wasn’t finished.
I didn’t know how long I’d been standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind still reeling from what I’d just learned. The walls of the Citadel were closing in, and the weight of everything Ezekiel had told me was threatening to crush me.
Cassian
