Nevermore (The Never Sky #2)

Chapter 59

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I ’d loved a man once. I’d loved a man, and now lying on the floor of Alastor’s chamber of broken things once more, everything came crashing back to me in a sickening wave of reality. I couldn’t breathe beyond it.

Because I’d loved a man once.

He’d rescued me from the Maestro. He’d been my peace and my salvation. He’d carried me when I needed to be carried. He’d stood behind me like a beast when I needed strength. And he was so loving. So tender. He’d been patient when I didn’t know how to love him back. But he’d grown forceful. Demanding. Controlling. And his name was Ezra Prophet.

Ezra Prophet.

Ezra Prophet.

And I remembered everything.

Including his face. With steady hazel eyes and rich dark hair, Ezra was unmistakable. Even as he masqueraded as a man named Thorne Noctus.