Ezekiel

Chapter 6

Stasia's POV

"It's been long, mate."  

"Great, I was going to look for you. I'm glad you saved me the trouble and the time." I nodded at him before unlocking the door chain and stepping back to return to Crystelle, leaving the door open as an invitation for them to enter. 

"We have guests." I informed Crystelle. 

Before she could question, the group entered into her vision almost as speechless as her. 

"What's with the sudden change of opinion? I'm flattered to know but do enlighten me." The footsteps of my 'mate' could be heard as they grew louder until they completely stopped and I felt his presence in front of me.

"I suppose from the way you said the word mate you were visited by the Moon God as well." I lifted my head up for the illusion. His silence was an indication that I was correct. "What did he tell you?"

"Just that you needed help. More specifically, our help." He replied as he gently took one of the strands of my hair into his hand. "Do tell me mate, how acquainted are you with the God?"

"Apparently enough to have your panties in a twist." I smiled as I turned my head sideways to remove his hold on my hair. The chuckles that followed from his friend and Crystelle didn't go unheard. 

"Hmm, you aren't entirely wrong about having my panties in a twist so i'll give you that one." There was a sense of mischief in his voice which was soon gone. "But we can do that later. What is it that you need us for?"

"Ast-" I paused. "My sister who I haven't been in contact for more than a year sent us a letter saying she needs help."

"What does she need help with?" One of the other guys asked.

"We don't know that yet, she didn't mention." Crystelle replied for me.

"Well then where do we have to head to?" 

"We don't know that either." 

"How-"

"Okay! Everyone shut up." The voice of the daughter of the witch silenced everyone. "How about we start by introducing ourselves, yeah?"

"I'm Crystelle." Crystelle started when no one spoke.

"Hello Crystelle, I'm Amara." The daugh-, Amara replied.

The introductions of Rome, Damien and Elias followed.

"I'm Theodore." His deep voice sounded far too close to me than I'd imagined. It was as if I was surrounded by it and I didn't seem to mind it.

"Stasia." I brushed the thoughts out of my mind. 

"Okay Stasia, Crystelle, is there any place you can think of where your sister might be?" Amara questioned.

"After the war-"

"After the rebel, my sister and a few acquaintances left to resettle. Honestly, we have no idea where they might've gone." I cut Crystelle before she could tell them anything that would ruin this. "The last we heard of them was in the city of Ephesus." 

"I see..." Amara's voice sounded as if she was contemplating on it. She had seen my face before, it wouldn't be a surprise if she did remember me, though I hoped that she didn't.

"Well since you're all already packed, I think we should start from the city of Ephesus." Elias suggested and I nodded.

Before I could move to get my gear, I felt the presence of Theodore go farther away from me until I heard the sounds of our bags moving. 

"We can carry them." I lifted my hand, gesturing for him to hand it over to me.

"I'm sure you can, but humans already move slower than us and the bags will only slow you down more." He commented causing me to open my mouth to reply but only to purse it back because he was right.

"Since you've already been to Ephesus, you should be able to adapt easily, yeah?" He spoke once more as we all started heading towards the door.

"Adapt? What does she need to adapt to?" Rome inquired. 

"Her surroundings, she has to be perfectly sure of what lies where." He replied and soon we all stopped walking, still not out of the door. I tapped my foot to show off my irritation at his questions and at the amount of time we were wasting.

"What are you talking about?" This time it was Amara who spoke.

"He means to ask that if I remember Ephesus enough to not let my blindness be an obstruction." I clenched my fists, my lips forming a thin line.

It was better that they knew sooner than later anyway. I reasoned.

No one spoke, clearly taken by surprise and I took this opportunity to walk past them and out of the door. Their footsteps soon followed.But there lay a far more distracting question in my mind for me to be bothered to notice them.

How the hell did he know?

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