"Ohh, come on, Ezra…" I said, laughing softly when he turned his face toward the window. "Why do you hate it so much?" I asked in a casual tone, still trying to keep the mood light after the long evening.
Ezra slowly turned his head back toward me. This time his gaze was serious and steady, almost commanding. The soft light from the passing streetlamps moved across his face.
"Why? You ask?" he said flatly, raising one eyebrow.
"Hmm…" I only nodded, waiting for him to continue.
He let out a long breath and relaxed his shoulders a little. "Sighhh… I don't know… it's just the vibe around Sonny," he said. His voice was quieter now. "It feels very ugly and evil for some reason." He turned his eyes back to the window and watched the other cars pass by in silence for a few seconds.
"Ugly and evil?" I repeated the words, wanting to make sure I had heard him correctly.
