EMBER’S POV
Knox stares at me for a long moment.
“Bleeding from her eyes,” he says slowly.
“Yes.”
“Ember.” His hand comes up to my face, thumb tilting my chin, checking my pupils, and the frown digs in deeper. “That’s not — people don’t do that. That’s not a thing that—” He stops. Something flickers behind his eyes, some flinch of unease he shoves down hard and buries. “You took a bad hit to the head in that mess. More than one. You’re seeing things that aren’t there. That’s what a knock to the skull does.” His jaw sets, and his comes flooding back over everything else. “And that is the last time I let anyone talk me into this. She hit you too hard — Goddess, I should have called it after the second round; I knew I should’ve—” He’s already sliding an arm under my knees, gathering me up
