Eleven years ago…
"Helios… where are we going?"
Helios's hand tightened gently around Ezra's as he pulled him along, his steps quick and purposeful. Ezra had to jog just to keep up.
"You'll see," Helios said, glancing back with a grin that was far too pleased with itself.
Ezra frowned slightly. "But what if someone sees us?"
"It's nighttime," Helios replied easily. "Don't worry. Even if someone does, who are they going to tell? We run this place."
That wasn't what Ezra meant.
Being out after curfew wasn't the issue. Not when Helios was a prince. Rules bent easily around him.
It was the hand.
Helios was openly holding his hand.
They were practically running through the compound like this, fingers clasped together as they darted through the dark, heading somewhere Ezra didn't recognize.
The night air was cool, quiet, and far too intimate for Ezra's liking.
