EMBER’S POV
“That was when the fight happened,” Silas says now, in slow realisation.
“That was the fight.” She finally meets his eyes, devoid of any mercy. “I told you everything I felt that night. That I hated this mountain. That I hated our family. That I hated the filthy legacy you loved so much. That I hated you. And you told me to f**k off, brother. You told me the mountain would run better without me wearing everyone down with my nagging.” A thin, razor-sharp smile touches her lips. “So I took you at your word.”
She turns back to me. The dreaminess is entirely gone now, replaced by that cold, monstrous pride.
“That night, when the mountain had gone to bed, I swept through everything my brother had saved. Every piece of gold and jewellery my mother owned. Every last coin. And when
