He didn’t have time to waste. The more time passed, the worse everything got. Neo was making the dimension into some kind of demon haven. Dima had procreated with one. Elian…Ezra couldn’t even think about it.
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He didn’t have any words to respond to that with, and he didn’t need them. The array of guns pointed at them when they stepped back around the corner did all the talking for him.
“I don’t think it’s visiting hours, Dora,” Ezra said dryly.
Ezra stared at her blankly. Not for a single second did he think that would work. And even if he had been stupid enough to think so…
“This looks like a prison.”
“Prisons have visiting hours.”
Everything had gone to shit since the deal with Akari had gone bad. Ezra had no patience left for anyone. Not Kostas, not Endora, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 not Horace. Ever since the old man had joined them, he’d done nothing but make everything difficult. Half ruined any plans before they were even complete.
“Chaos witches are rare,” Endora was saying, “and 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 is a competition for them. It can’t be that hard to convince them that one less means an easier life for them. We’ll find something to make it worth their while once we have them on our side.”
“You are trespassing on private property,” one of the armed people said, tone flat, unyielding.
“State your business,” another commanded.
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Ezra let out a long suffering sigh, but before he could say anything else, a flash of movement behind the mob caught his eye. A pale face, shaggy black hair, pink eyes—he knew that face. “Hey—”
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The figure was gone as quickly as it had appeared, as if something or someone had summoned them away. Ezra managed one step after him before he found himself being grabbed by the nearest few humans.
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“Mortals and their orders,” Ezra muttered under his breath.
“What did you say?” another of them asked, his tone a mix of indignation and confusion. He might have caught the word mortals—Ezra found that being reminded of their mortality did tend to offend humans.
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“Get your hands off me,” he snarled. “I’m a 𝘨𝘰𝘥, you pathetic, puny—”
“Bridges,” a man’s voice crackled over a radio on one of their waists. “Bring me the male trespasser for a conversation. Detain the female.”
