If we want to start now, then we should use today to prepare.
Viola crossed her arms and looked at Ezekiel with quiet determination.
"You should change into new clothes and disguise yourself. We're heading out soon."
Ezekiel glanced down at himself, then slowly looked around the room as if the walls might offer an answer. Disguise. The word felt strange on his tongue.
He lifted a hand to his face unconsciously. His sharp features, dark brows, and cold gaze were hard to forget. Especially for those who had once hunted him.
"I don't think just changing clothes will be enough," he muttered.
"Of course not," Viola replied, a small smile forming on her lips. "That's why I'm here."
She motioned for him to follow and walked toward a door at the end of the hallway. Ezekiel hesitated for a second before trailing behind her. When she opened the door, he realized immediately that this was her room.
He paused at the entrance.
