KNOX’S POV
“I understand that,” Nathaniel says, his tone stubbornly pragmatic. “But no one is going to f*****g buy that arrows did this kind of damage. Their men were standing outside. They felt the entire house rumble.”
“Then tell them there was an earthquake,” I snap, the edge of my control fraying. “Tell them it was a sinkhole, a freak storm, a gas explosion—f*****g something. But the absolute last thing we are going to do is throw Ember under the bus.”
Nathaniel holds my gaze for a long, heavy second.
“Harrison’s men used incendiary bolts,” I state flatly.
“They didn’t.”
“Nathaniel.” I look at him, and the look is the exact one I’ve been giving him since I was seventeen. It means: this is the story. Make it work. “Harrison’s men used incendiary bolts. The structural damage to the
