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“I figured as much.” I turned away, motioning for him to follow. “Come on, then. Let’s see how well you play with cursed people.” And for the first time in a long while, I felt like we might have a shot at surviving this. If only because we’d just added one more weapon to the war. I found Ember where I always did lately, leaning against the cracked edge of the fountain, bathed in firelight. The light didn’t come from her. It came from the horizon. Another blaze in the lower district. The fourth one in as many nights.

--- Pov: Ember. Meanwhile, Ember walked through town with Lorna beside her, past the market and down the quieter roads toward the east side of Raven’s Peak. Lorna kept her hood up, eyes flitting nervously over rooftops and alleyways. “You’re safe,” Ember said softly. “People here won’t turn you away.” Lorna nodded, but didn’t speak. They entered a modest building with ivy curling up the brick. Ember pressed the elevator button and the doors opened with a quiet chime.

Grandpa sat beside one of the windows, Pamela had three screens open, and I was in the middle of all of it. In bed. As ordered. I considered that personal growth. When representatives from the Ember Association appeared on the secure video call, I didn't waste time. "I need everything you have on the mines." "We anticipated that," one of the older members said. A file appeared, and Pamela immediately downloaded it to an isolated system. Maps began opening across the screen, but they weren't modern maps. Some had clearly been copied from documents that had existed long before River City was what it was today. I stared at the network of lines stretching beneath Sum.

I responded. Her mouth twitched up in the barest hint of a smile. “Ember Hills.” I inclined my head once. “Ember Hills.” This wasn’t just a location. It was everything we hadn’t dared speak out loud. A place where packs, covens, and any variation of the two were allowed to exist without being at each other’s throats. Where Emberbound was more than warriors banding together for conflict. But what we could build toward the future. I squeezed my fists into fists at my sides, then relaxed my grasp against the railing, eyes sweeping over Obscura once more.

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

A few moments later the purple and green swirling disc appears, and she breathes a sigh of relief. “Thanks Emma.” She turns to the men, “Portals can make you nauseous the first few times, so just aim away from me, or anyone else and you’ll be fine.” She steps into the disc, and in the blink of an eye she appears into the cold salty sea air of the Liverpool docks at night in November. Her team are set up in front of her and she walks towards them. Ash and Kai appear behind her and she hears them muttering. Eddie looks up at her, “Hey, Boss.”

I stepped into the car without a word and the door closed softly behind me. As the vehicle pulled into traffic, I turned my gaze toward the window. The city lights reflected across the glass as buildings slid past one after another. Everywhere I looked, there were people. Thousands of them, maybe millions. Music drifting through open doors. Somewhere out there… Ember could be walking these streets. Breathing this air… living somewhere within this endless sea of strangers. I clenched my hand slightly against my knee. I would find her, no matter how long it took. No matter how deep this city tried to hide her.

Ember’s POV The darkness enveloped her like luxurious velvet—soft, warm, and seemingly infinite. Ember floated aimlessly in a dreamscape, teetering on the precipice of consciousness and memory, her body still, her breath whispering through the stillness. She hadn’t spoken in days. Not truly. Words felt foreign now—too small for the weight she carried. The nurses were kind, but distant. Kael was protective, but unreadable. Only Isla had stayed. Only Isla had looked at her like she was still human.

In the corner of the room, a single ember in a wall-crack flared, then guttered, like a witness flinching. Then, slowly, he let his grip ease. His thumb dragged along her lower lip, smearing a crumb away. “This intruder,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “is brave.” “Or stupid,” Adelaide muttered, barely audible. “Or Emberborn,” he added. Her gaze flickered uncertainly. “What’s an Emberborn?” Apollo paused.

Rebecca's POV Ember broke. Not dramatically — not the way Charlotte broke, which was loudly and with an audience. The way Ember broke was quiet and sudden and worse for both of those things. One moment she was standing in the middle of the corridor being pulled in multiple directions by people asking questions she could not answer, and the next she was not there anymore. She moved fast.