EZRA
I stared at the space he’d occupied, resisting the urge to burn the chair he’d sat in.
Stupid, untrained human. No sense, no restraint. Just words and threats, thinking they could bend the world to their will.
He was lucky I hadn't given into the urge to snuff the light out of his eyes.
I sat back down and turned my attention to the stack of papers on my desk that needed attending. But I was not in the mood to mark papers.
I needed answers.
I got to work on my laptop, pulling Beatrice’s profile back into view. There was no sense in wasting more time on the boy. His threats meant nothing if he wasn’t brave enough to act.
Beatrice. That was the real concern.
I scrolled through her photos again, trying to see what the demon had seen in her. What had made her a target?
She smiled in most of them, arms wrapped around friends, her hair tied up in careless buns, wearing thrifted clothes and drinking bubble tea. There was nothing unusual. Nothing that stood out. No hint of darkness, or
