The Shape of Ownership
Ezra POV There were many ways to measure loyalty. Most fools believed loyalty was proven in battle—in blood spilled, in enemies slain, in victories delivered at the feet of power. They believed loyalty was loud, visible, dramatic. They were wrong. True loyalty revealed itself in smaller moments. In hesitation. In restraint. In the absence of indulgence. Colson had begun to hesitate. Not openly. Not enough that anyone else would notice. But I was not anyone else. I had created him—not from birth, but from purpose. I had found him when he was little more than an angry, feral thing clawing its way through existence without direction, without belonging, without meaning. I had given him structure. I had given him power. I had given him purpose. And in return… He had given me every
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