Chapter 16
Desperate Moves.
Ezekiel’s POV
The walls were closing in.
Ezekiel sat in his dimly lit study, staring at the glass of whiskey in his hand. The amber liquid barely trembled, but his fingers clenched so tightly around the glass that he feared it might shatter. His mind was a battlefield, a constant war between logic and desperation.
Elijah’s offer lingered in his thoughts like a noose tightening around his neck. It was tempting, dangerously tempting for him to deny. It felt like a way out, A way out, a way to secure his survival.
But he knows nothing coming from Elijah wouldn't be so simple and easy as he potrays it. And nothing with Elijah was ever simple.
Never.
Accepting meant stepping into his world, a world that didn’t forgive weakness or betrayal. A world where
