After Ezra left the library last night, I tried to push the thoughts of us away and focus.
He left all the details I needed in our book, and I scribbled the outcome of my own meeting, even though I was desperate to tell him in person.
My heart was thudding the entire time I scribbled, and I was unsure if it was because of Ezra’s words or how close I was, we were from taking a public stand against Black River.
After a quiet breakfast, Tia almost knocked me over in the hallway, handing me a note. I was expecting it to be from Sam, but it was in Ezra’s neat handwriting.
How did he know about Tia? Did I tell him?
Hired assassin - Aksala reminded me, suppressing a laugh
I keep forgetting that - I mumbled; his job was to know things.
Our Place.
That was all it said, and I nodded at Ti
