Ember's PovThe slip of paper trembled in my hand like a thing with a pulse. I should have left it where it lay, let someone else’s secrets stay theirs. But curiosity and a tiny, stubborn part of me that had learned to survive by knowing the smallest details of other people wouldn’t let me.It wasn’t a note, not in the sentimental sense. It was a ledger: neat columns, numbers, names. “INVESTORS,” stamped in bold across the top. Beside each name was a number. Beside my name: Ember Leighton, or at least the false name Aaron’s men had pinned to me a figure I could not translate into anything but a price. My stomach dropped like I’d been thrown down the stairs.Duke found me in the living room, hands full of groceries, and froze when he saw the expression on my face. He plunked the bags down like he’d been hit, then managed a joke that missed by miles. “You okay, Princess? You look like someone drained you of colour.”“Is that his” I held the ledger out. He peered at it, then flinched the
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