Chapter 45

Ezekiel, who was already exhausted from earlier, gradually became more obedient. He grumbled under his breath as the man helped him stabilize by wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they settled down.

The moment the man turned to me, his expression shifted from concern for Ezekiel to surprise as he alternated his gaze between us. "Who's she? I thought you hated women?"

"Except for her. She's the one who saved my life and got caught up in this whole mess. If it weren't for her, I would have been dead," Ezekiel interjected, a hint of gratitude creeping into his voice.

"Why did you have to ask some stranger?! You know that that's dangerous! Their mental health can't handle what they will see!" the man complained.

"She's different. She can see them too, and like I said—whose fault do you think it was?" Ezekiel snapped back, his irritation evident.

The man sighed, finally turning his attention fully to me. He took both of my hands in his.