تسجيل الدخولKNOX’S POV“He won’t talk, Ember.”“What if we should have—”“No.” The word comes out harder than I intend. “No, we should not have. Logan is a man who just lost the person he loved, and I am not murdering him for being in the wrong room at the wrong time.”“What if James already knows? What if his guards felt the house shaking and they’ve already reported it and there’s a file somewhere with my name on it and—”“The guards were outside. They felt vibrations and saw structural damage. The official report says incendiary bolts. There is no file with your name on it because there is no evidence that anything beyond a conventional weapon was used in that house.” I reach across and take her hand because her fingers are starting to shake the way they do when the spiral is building momentum. “Ember. Look at me.”She looks.“I have spent years hiding what I am from people who would destroy me if they knew. I am very, very good at it. And I am going to be just as good at hiding what YOU are u
KNOX’S POVEmber sleeps for an hour in the hospital chair beside Maurice’s bed with her hand wrapped around his on the blanket and her face finally, mercifully slack in a way that tells me her body has overruled her brain and forced a shutdown.I watch her for a while. The rise and fall of her breathing, the way her fingers stay curled around Maurice’s even in sleep, the smudge of dried blood she missed on her jaw.She sleeps the way she does everything — completely, without half-measures, surrendered to it in a way that makes me want to build a wall around this room and post guards and let her stay here until her body decides it’s had enough rest, which, based on the last seventy-two hours, would be approximately next week.But the flash drive is still waiting, and every hour it exists is an hour I spend carrying a weight I’m ready to put down.I almost leave alone.I consider letting her sleep in that chair with Maurice’s hand in hers, knowing Queenie is curled up safely down the ha
EMBER’S POVI sit beside his bed. Knox sits beside me. His hand finds mine, and his thumb traces circles on my knuckles. The motion is slow, rhythmic, and grounding in a way that I need more than I’m willing to admit.In that room, I tell Knox everything. The arrows, the plan, Queenie going for the gun, the man who grabbed her, firing the shot, Harrison’s men breaching the house. Harrison walking past me like I was nothing.Maurice in the doorway. The speech. The knife. The gunshot. Gale dying chained to a pipe. Harrison’s last words. The trigger pull.I tell it flatly, in order, like I’m reading it off a list, because the emotions are too big to attach to the words right now, and the mechanical delivery is the only way I can get through the sequence without breaking again.Knox listens without interrupting. When I finish, the silence is the kind that absorbs rather than demands.“The flash drive is neutralised,” he says, and I can hear in his voice that he’s giving me something good
EMBER’S POV“He’s alive,” I say into his chest. “Surgery went well. He’s in a coma, but he’s alive.”“I knew he would. You gave him his miracle.” His mouth is in my hair, and his voice is the low, rough, private register that he uses only when we’re alone or close enough to alone that the distinction doesn’t matter. “How are you?”“I’m standing. That’s about all I’ve got right now.”“That’s enough.” He pulls back just far enough to look at my face, and his eyes do the thing they always do, which is scan me for damage. He actively treats every shadow under my eyes and every tremble in my lip as a critical threat. “Have you eaten?”“Knox, I am not eating hospital cafeteria food while my father is in a coma.”“You’re eating something. Your hands are shaking, and your face is the colour of the wall. I’m not having this argument with you because I’ll win and you know it.”“You’re insufferable.”“And yet here you are. In my arms. Voluntarily.” The ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth
EMBER’S POV“But if I’d—”“If you’d WHAT? Figured out on the spot how to control a power that nobody alive seems to understand? Come on, Ember. You shot a man. You fought trained soldiers. You gave Maurice and me a plan that almost worked. You did everything a human being could do in that situation and then some. The fact that you ALSO have a supernatural wolf inside you that operates on its own schedule doesn’t make the things you DID count for less.”I lower my hands from my eyes and look at her.“We need help,” I say. “Someone who understands what Sapphire is and how she works and why she responds to some things and not others. Because I can’t keep walking into rooms with this thing inside me and not knowing whether she’ll save lives or burn the building down or sit there doing nothing while people die.”“Do we know anyone who—”“No. That’s the problem. Nathaniel has theories, but Nathaniel’s theories are what got us here in the first place. The woman with the crest and the twin gi
EMBER’S POVThe hospital smells like every hospital I’ve ever been in, which is too many hospitals for a woman my age.Antiseptic and recycled air and the faint, sweet undertone of something floral that the ventilation system pumps through the corridors to mask the fact that people come here to find out whether their lives are about to change for the worse.Maurice went into surgery two hours ago. I wait in a terrible, beige room filled with violently uncomfortable chairs.The television in the corner plays a cooking show on mute.I watch a woman silently chop onions, acutely aware that a team of strangers is cutting open my father’s chest in a sealed room nearby.Queenie sits right beside me.She has gripped my hand continuously since the ambulance ride, maintaining a desperate, unrelenting hold.She uses this physical anchor to actively block out reality, knowing that releasing her grip forces her to finally process the trauma of the last four hours.Which I know she is not ready fo
EMBER’S POV(PRESENT)We stay tangled together for a long time, neither of us willing to be the first to let go. His hand strokes through my hair.My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. The room is quiet except for our breathing and the distant hum of something mechanical — a generator, mayb
EMBER’S POV“I want to recover here. In this penthouse. Not locked away somewhere safe and isolated.”And there it is. The trade she’s been building toward.I almost laugh.“You want to stay here,” I repeat slowly. “With us. With Knox.”“You heard me. What part of dying don’t you seem to understand
EMBER'S POVI'm terrified this will ruin the moment. This fragile, beautiful thing we've built under the Northern Lights.But I'm tired of everyone telling me what to think about Knox. Tired of Gale's poison and Rayana's warnings and rumors whispered behind hands at cocktail receptions.We don't ow
EMBER’S POVI stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He's grinning up at me like a wolf who's already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren't already trembling."What do I







