Chapter 66
- The silence after Ciel’s final words stretched thick, heavy like fog before a storm. No one moved. No one smiled.
- Then Ezra leaned back, just slightly, the long fingers that had been tapping against the edge of the table stilling in the quiet.
- “Enough about the girl,” he said at last, voice precise, razor-sharp, and devoid of amusement. “Let’s talk about the ones foolish enough to whisper our names.”