She took one step forward, then another.
Before she could move any closer, Ezekiel's voice echoed inside her mind once again. It was calm, steady, and carried the same quiet and kind voice that had always made her stop and listen.
Stay where you are.
Viola clenched her fists.
But they're hurting you. We agreed that I wouldn't interfere unless you get hurt...
I am fine.
His answer came without hesitation.
It would take far more than this to bring me to my knees.
Viola slowly lowered her head. She knew he was telling the truth.
The hunters and police surrounding him were powerful by ordinary standards, but compared to Ezekiel, they were insignificant.
Even with countless suppression devices attached to his body and dozens of weapons aimed at him, none of them posed a real threat.
He could break free whenever he wanted.
He simply... chose not to.
Knowing that should have comforted her. Instead, it only made her chest ache even more.
