LOGINKnox's POVTwo days.It took two days for Lauren to notice and call me into her room.I had known it was coming — not because my mother was intrusive, she was not, she was one of the least intrusive people I knew — but because she was also one of the most observant, and two days of living in the same house as something she had identified as significant was two days longer than she typically waited before she said something about it.She found me in the hallway on the second morning."Come and talk to me," she said.It was not a question.I followed her to her sitting room — the small one off the master bedroom that had been hers specifically since before I was born, the room she used when she wanted a conversation that was not going to be interrupted by Marcus or the general business of the house. It had her books and her plants and the specific low light of a room that had been arranged for comfort rather than efficiency.She sat in the chair by the window.I sat on the small sofa ac
Ember's POVI stood two feet from the curtain with the broom raised and thought about screaming.The thought lasted approximately one second.I was in a house I had arrived at three hours ago. The people in it had fed me and given me a room and a dress and had been nothing except kind. Screaming at something moving under a curtain at midnight in the guest room was not the impression I was trying to make.I breathed.I moved closer.One step. Then another. The broom still in both hands, not raised to strike anymore — raised enough to be useful if something needed to be useful against.The curtain moved again. Something was definitely there, at the sill, working at the gap between the fabric and the frame with the specific patience of something that had decided this was solvable and was going to keep working until it solved it.I reached out with the handle of the broom.I pushed the curtain sideways.A cat looked up at me.Grey. Medium sized. The kind of cat that had the specific self-
Ember's POVThe first thing I did after Knox said goodnight was turn off my location.Not just the general sharing — everything. Every app that had access to it, every setting that might report where I was to anyone who knew where to look. Charlotte had Ethan and Ethan was someone who had found my father's house from memory and had shown up on a Saturday evening without announcement.I was not going to make the next step easy.I went through my phone settings methodically, the way I went through anything that needed to be done correctly. Location services off. Shared location with contacts — off. The app I had once added because Rebecca had asked everyone to so we could find each other at crowded campus events — off.I looked at Rebecca's name in my contacts.Then Claire's.They would ask. Tomorrow, or the day after, or whenever they noticed I had gone quiet. Rebecca especially — Rebecca who had been checking in every day since she left the hospital, the specific checking in of someon
Knox's POVI pulled the door to Ember's room closed quietly and stood in the corridor for a moment.The house was settled into its late evening sounds — the particular quiet of a large building after dinner, when everyone had moved to their separate spaces and the general business of the day had concluded. From downstairs I could hear Lauren in the kitchen doing the last small things she did before she was finished for the night. Further away, deeper in the house, the study.The study light was on.I went downstairs.Marcus was in the living room, not the study. He was in the chair he always occupied in the evenings — the one by the east window, the one that had been his father's before him, the one that had a specific orientation toward the door that I had spent my entire childhood understanding as the chair of a person who always wanted to see what was coming.He looked up when I came in."Sit down," he said.I sat on the sofa across from him.For a moment neither of us spoke. Marcu
Ember's POVThe room was on the second floor at the end of a corridor that had a window at one end looking out over the back of the property — trees at the boundary, the garden lit softly by the lamps along the path below.It was a proper guest room. Not the afterthought kind, not a repurposed space — a room that had been set up with the specific intention of making someone comfortable in it. The bed was large and made properly, with the kind of pillows that were the right density rather than either too flat or too firm. The towels Lauren had mentioned were folded on the end of it, white, the thick kind. There was a lamp on the nightstand already on, and a glass of water beside it.I stood in the doorway for a moment."Okay?" Knox said, behind me."Yes," I said. "More than okay."I went in.I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the room around me and felt something I had not felt since arriving home for the summer — the specific quality of a space that was not waiting to be diffi
Ember's POVWe walked for a few minutes before I said it."I am afraid," I said.Knox looked at me."Of your father specifically," I said. "Everything you have told me about him — the alpha, the pack, the way he makes decisions and acts on them." I kept walking. "I am a hybrid who does not know what she is doing yet and I am walking into his house and he is going to look at me and know exactly what I am and have opinions about it and I do not know if those opinions are going to be—""He is not going to be unkind to you," Knox said."You do not know that," I said."I do know that," he said. "My father is many things. Unkind to someone standing in his house who has nowhere else to go is not one of them." He held my gaze. "That is not how Marcus operates.""And your mother," I said."My mother has been asking about you since the first week I got home," he said. "She is the warmest person I know and she is going to be so genuinely pleased you are there that you are going to feel slightly
Knox's POV I almost didn't go to the party. Parties were not really my thing, not in the way people thought they were. Everyone assumed that because I was the team captain and because girls always wanted to talk to me and because I had a reputation that followed me everywhere I went, I must love
Ember's POVTonight was supposed to be the best night of my life.I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and carefully lined my lips, taking my time the way I never usually did. I was the kind of girl who rushed through getting ready because there was always something more important waiting — a le
Ember's POVKnox showed me the note the next morning.He came to my room before breakfast, which he did not usually do, and I knew from the fact that he was there before eight that whatever he had to show me was not something he wanted to carry through a full day without telling me first.I opened
Knox's POVThe bonfire had been going for two hours and I had spent most of it watching Ember from across the crowd without making it obvious that I was watching her.I was good at that. Years of learning how to stay alert in a room full of people without letting anyone see that you were doing it h







