EMBER’S POV
When I step outside the girls’ cabin with Rayana and Queenie flanking me, Rayana is mid-monologue about the caribou she’s planning to devour at dinner — something about sinking her teeth into tender, perfectly seared meat that borders on orgasmic — and I’m half-listening, half-scanning the property when I catch sight of Knox.
He’s standing outside his lodge with Nathaniel, the two of them deep in conversation, heads bent together in that way men do when they’re discussing something they don’t want overheard.
But the moment my eyes find him, his find me right back.
And he looks annoyed.
More like… peeved. Like a cat that’s been locked out of its favorite room.
I sigh. He’s still sulking about the sleeping arrangements.
“Excuse me,” I say, already peeling away from the gir
