As usual, Ezekiel’s tone carried the same edge of spite it always did, a knife hidden behind every syllable.“Wanted to know if you’d died already.”He chuckles, but there’s nothing warm or hearty about the sound. It’s hollow, robotic, like a blade being drawn. “Not yet, baby brother. Not yet.” The line goes silent. When his voice returns, it’s stripped of its false humor, serious now. “What do you want Eiran?”“We need to meet.”“What for?”“You’ll find out when you do. Where are you?”He exhales sharply, like smoke curling out between his teeth. “You disturb my peace on a fine night like this and order me around?…” I can hear the faint rhythm of his fingers drumming on wood. I presume it’s a desk or the arm of a chair. “Wait, that’s how you’ve always been with you. Why should I be surprised?”“Ezekiel…” I warn.“Forget it.” He clicks his tongue, a soft but cutting sound. “You’ll have to come to me though.”“Where?”“Luckily for you, I’ve just landed in Theria.”“Hm…”“I’ll send you
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