Ezra didn't waste any time.
He immediately headed to his study, moving to the room beyond. The weave room.
The automatic lights flickered on as Ezra strode to the pillar on the circular platform in the middle of the room.
He placed his hand on the pillar and it hummed to life as he called on his vitality.
The weave burst to life before him, the golden threads shimmering. He reached in.
Slowly.
Delicately.
He began with the thread of Aurora, luminous, small, yet complex. It thrummed in harmony with his own thread, connected by blood and soul. She was fine. Safe.
But when he looked for disruption... there was none.
No sign of tampering.
No signal of intrusion.
Ezra pushed deeper.
He scoured the threads that touched his territory. Searched the external weaves. Looked at overlapping influences. But every thread led to peace, stability, and growth. There was nothing.
No shadow. No hook. No thread of theft. No plot to trace.
And that terrified him more than anything.
