CHAPTER 193
The words hit Alistair hard. His body stiffened, and the old fury in his eyes gave way to disbelief. "Ezra…? " he repeated, nearly breathless. For a moment, the centuries between them seemed to vanish; memories flickered behind his gaze like firelight.
He opened his mouth, but no words came right away. The name alone stirred something deep inside him, something he thought had been buried by time.
"Ezra… my sister," he finally murmured, his words shaking with both awe and grief. "She was just a child when—" He stopped, his throat tightening. The image of his younger sister—fierce, loyal, always at his side despite how many times he scolded her for her mistakes.
