EMBER’S POV
I just stare at her.
I am desperately trying to find a polite, socially acceptable response to the fact that his cousin just asked about our s*x life, but my brain has completely short-circuited.
I don’t understand her gameplay. I don’t understand the rules of whatever twisted, psychological chess match she is playing, but the sheer, unblinking avidity in her eyes makes my skin crawl.
Knox’s silverware hits the table with a sharp, violent crack.
“Shut your f*****g mouth, Hale.” His voice is laced with such a pure, creeping disgust that the temperature in the room instantly plummets. He looks genuinely repulsed by her. “If you ever speak about what happens behind my bedroom doors again, I will have you physically thrown out of this house.”
Hale doesn’t even flinch. She jus
