Chapter 25
Ezekiel’s POV
I tapped my fingers on the armrest of my chair, my nerves frayed to the edge. The silence between Andrew and me stretched, thick with tension, as I waited for an answer. The call had been brief, too brief but his tone, sharp and unreadable as ever, left me even more unsettled.
"Should I be worried?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady.
Andrew exhaled softly, the sound barely reaching my ears. "No."
Just that. Nothing more. No elaboration, no reassurance beyond the single word.
I clenched my jaw. "That's not an answer, Andrew. Elijah gave me three days. Today was the third, and yet... nothing happened. That isn't like him. He doesn’t just let things go."
Andrew leaned back in his chair, exuding an effortless dominance that only made my unease grow. "I
