EMBER’S POV
“Soon.”
I frown. “Knox.”
“Soon, Ember. I’m handling it.”
“You JUST swore to love me. Openly. Without secrets. That was — what, four minutes ago? And you’re already doing the face.”
“What face?”
“The face where you know something and you’re deciding how much of it I’m allowed to hear. You’re not allowed to keep your little secrets anymore, Knox. We literally just had this conversation.”
“But Ember, I don’t want to worry you. I’ve got everything under—”
“Knox Volkov.”
He sighs with a small eye roll and pecks my lips.
“You’re so stubborn.”
“Speak.”
“Logan gave us a forty-eight hour ultimatum.” He says it with a dry, almost bored delivery, like he’s reporting the weather. “Return Gale or he starts the apocalypse. His words were more dramatic, but that’s the gist.”
“Wh
