THIRD POV.
The cold night air hit Samuel in the face as he walked, but even that did nothing to calm his nerves after the discussion he just had with Lenora in the cell. Samuel stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm himself, but Lenora’s words kept playing in his head. “... It's up to us now. We are the chosen generation that are going to bring that age old prophecy to life, and we must succeed. We can’t let it slip away." Her tone had been desperate, and the disappointment in her voice was something he couldn’t shake off, even as he left the building.
Samuel’s chest tightened at the thought. The Ebon Circle wasn’t known for their patience or mercy. Every second they wasted without getting the job done was putting them at risk, both he and Lenora. Maybe even Smith as well. Sa
