EMBER’S POV
A spark lights up in my chest. It is a sudden, inexplicable warmth that I cannot quite process.
Rather stupidly, completely lost for words and overwhelmed by the weight of her title for me, I only sheepishly nod toward her.
“T-Thank you, Marjorie. Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back.”
And then I am gone.
I am rushing up the stone stairs, immediately wincing at my own words. Really? Don’t go anywhere? Where the hell would she go? I made sure she was locked up myself!
But there is no time to dwell on my own embarrassment. The second I burst through the door and come back to the main floor, I am hit with deafening panic from every corner.
The room is a logistical nightmare.
The bodies have already been moved, but in their place, medical units are rushing about in prote
