EMBER’S POV
Marjorie gasps softly. Her eyes go wide, the shock registering for only a split second before her face twists into a fierce, defensive scowl.
“Don’t patronise me,” Marjorie spits. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better, or to try and mock me.”
“I am being entirely serious, Marjorie.” I step closer to the iron, forcing her to look at me. “I saw it with my own eyes. On the day I sparred with her, when she blocked off my wolf. I thought I had hit my head too hard. She aged right in front of me. She was still Hale, but… withered. Knox did not see it, and I thought I was crazy all this while. She bled from her eyes, too.”
“And heaved with so much fatigue,” Marjorie whispers, everything clicking, lining up.
“Yes! She seemed physically exhausted. And yet, after t
