EMBER’S POV
“I don’t care. Somewhere warm. Somewhere with an ocean.”
“I have a house in the south of Portugal. On a cliff. You can see the Atlantic from the bedroom and the kitchen and the bathroom and frankly from every room because I had very specific requirements when it was built.”
“You built a house on a cliff in Portugal and never mentioned this?”
“It never came up.”
“An entire HOUSE, Knox.”
“A modest house.”
“Your idea of modest is most people’s idea of a palace.”
“There’s a garden. Olive trees. A terrace where you can eat breakfast and watch the waves and the nearest neighbour is four miles away and there is no one to interrupt or attack or betray or politically manoeuvre and it is the one place in my life where I have ever felt anything close to peace.” He presses his face
