Ezra's POV
I tried to move and go to them, but as I did, all of it faded away from me—and I found myself standing there in the room. Vlad was still hugging me from behind.
"Hey, didn't you hear me? Let me go, you bastard! I don't want you to touch me," I cursed at him.
And he let go of me all of a sudden. I turned to him, ready to say more, but his face looked shocked.
"Ezra, you saw that too, right?"
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind. I think I'm just tired, that's why I'm having those illusions and all. You're ready to leave with me, right?"
I glared at him. What the hell—was he deaf? Hadn't I already made it clear that I wasn't going to leave with him?
"Piss off before I start hitting you."
His face fell at my words. But no—I couldn't go soft. I couldn't pity someone who betrayed me so badly. Now he's acting like he's a good person, when he clearly isn't.
"Do you really want me to go?" he asked.
"Do I need to write it down for you?"
