The gates of Blue Moor were closed tight that night as the winds changed. The skies parted, not from clouds or storm, but from something much greater. As if the world itself knew he was returning.
Ezra descended silently, his cloak of shadow trailing behind him like the mourning veil of a god. His boots touched the courtyard stone with the softness of falling ash.
The various defences around the Matten estate shimmered once in recognition, welcoming him. If it had been someone else not of the Matten family, they'd have been fried.
He exhaled as he walked forward, the sound of his boots on stone filling the air.
He had returned.
His Avatar—the second Ezra—had already left to handle the fallout of this… battle. Three members of the Nightmare Court were dead. There were things to take care of.
But this Ezra had only one concern.
Aurora.
He stepped through the doors of the nursery, and the moment he entered, warmth met him like a tidal wave.
