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When the slaves had been taken from their cells the darkness in Ezra twisted violently inside his ribs, he was concerned there would be another Arena, another deathtrap he’d have to work his way out of. But he stayed. It was agonizing waiting to hear what his fate would be. When the truth finally came a quiet part of Ezra was happy. His friends could be free, although he thought circumstances might chain them here.
The halfbreed knew why he had remained a prisoner, the Alphas had known of skills men like him had, seeing the blood on his hands from his past and condemning him to the cells. It was not a punishment Ezra saw unfit, he needed the security of the Chateau after-alll. The cells weren’t as full as they once were though Ezra suspected more would be thrown in soon enough, hearing footsteps down the hallway he turned his attention to who they belonged to. “A lot of them are gone,” he clarifies, incase they are searching for someone, “hopefully running for the hills.”
