Ethan stood alone in the prison, staring at the cold, reinforced glass that separated him from Tazra Kane. She was a picture of calm, leaning against the far wall of her cell, arms folded, her piercing amber eyes locked on him with an intensity that both unsettled and intrigued him. There was an undeniable tension in the air, thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.
He wasn't sure why he had come back to her. Maybe it was because, despite everything, she was the only one who had been brutally honest with him from the start. The Council had been evasive, secretive even, but Tazra? She had laid it all out. Don't trust anyone but yourself.
"So, you're back," Tazra said, her voice low and smooth, breaking the silence. "Didn't take you long to realize you're swimming with sharks, did it?"
Ethan crossed his arms, leaning against the wall opposite her. "You warned me. You said not to trust anyone. And now, I'm starting to think you were right."
