EMBER’S POV
“That’s far enough.” Knox’s voice is quiet, but the threat underneath is unmistakable.
Gale doesn’t seem bothered. He just holds up the gifts, his expression settling into wounded understanding.
“I heard about her panic attack at the dinner,” he says, and his voice is so gentle it’s almost worse than anger. “I know what helps her. I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.”
“How thoughtful.” Knox doesn’t move. “Breaking and entering to deliver... what exactly?”
“Her favorite macarons. Her anxiety medication.” Gale looks past Knox to me, his eyes soft with concern. “I’ve known Ember far longer than you have. I know what she needs during these episodes. Do you?”
The dig lands exactly where Gale intended. I know her better than you ever will.
“What I know,” Knox says, “is that
