An unfamiliar, sharp knock came at my door, and I slumped into my chair, starting to brush my hair nervously. I called them in, and I was surprised when Ezra stood there, taking up almost the entire frame.
I put down the brush and eyed him. He was rigid and assessing, more mercenary than he had been with me, and I thought someone else might be around, although I didn’t hear anyone else.
“I’m to escort you to breakfast,” he said, his voice hard.
I nodded and walked out next to him. He leaned closer to me, and my stomach flipped even with that. “Do you hear anyone?” he asked, his voice low.
I paused, and so did he. I didn’t hear anyone on this floor, but below us, there were a few shuffling of feet. “Not on this floor,” I told him.
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