EZEKIEL WONDERED for the tenth or twelfth time why he was doing this.
Just hours ago, he had acknowledged that having anything to do with Flavian was a poor idea, despite how wonderful last night had been, because it could lead to nothing and wasn’t fair to himself, Flavian, or Velia. And yet, he was going to see Flavian.
But he could still hear Etan’s voice in his head, leading him to the admission that Flavian meant something to him, that he enjoyed being with Flavian. So much, in fact, that he hated with everything in him the thought of losing the chance to be with Flavian in whatever way he could, for however long he could.
Even if it was probably a mistake that would cost him dearly.
So there he was, skulking around in the doorway to the secret corridor nearest Flavian’s suite, c
