EMBER’S POV
Knox and Nathaniel follow close behind, both of them sprinting back toward the property with a speed that reminds me they’re not entirely human.
I scramble off the sled and follow, my heart pounding in my throat.
By the time I reach the on-site clinic, they’ve already moved her inside.
Through the window, I can see medical personnel swarming around a bed, see the pale spill of Rayana’s platinum blonde hair against the pillow.
She looks small. Fragile. Less like the polished sophisticate who presides over every room and more like what she actually is: a dying woman running out of time.
My heart twists in a way I don’t expect.
Because despite everything — the manipulation, the buttons she pushes, the way she looks at Knox like she still owns a piece of him — this part isn’
