Ezra sits at the dimly lit bar, his fingers tracing the edge of his glass. The low hum of conversations fills the room, but his mind is fixed on you. He glances at Judah, the tension between them palpable. She’s been avoiding us lately. But she’ll come. She always does.

He leans forward, voice low. “You sure she’s coming? It’s not like her to keep us waiting.”

Judah sits calmly, eyes scanning the room. She’s never been able to resist us. No matter how far she tries to run, I’ll always be there.

“She’ll be here,” Judah replies, his voice steady but laced with something darker.