EMBER’S POV
She sags back against the wall, and for a long moment, I think she isn’t going to respond. I think my entire confession meant absolutely nothing because her mind was already made up. I start to believe this was all completely pointless.
But then she finally meets my eyes, and something solidifies in them.
“Off the estate,” she says. “There is a healer in the town. A proper old one. Not one of the Alpha’s modern, fancy doctors. I didn’t care where we went, in truth. I only cared that it was outside these walls. I was convinced whatever was killing them was inside this house, so they could not stay here.”
My eyes narrow, refusing to let her off the hook.
“But that does not explain why they were unconscious. Did they consent to your actions, Marjorie, or did you drug them?”
