EMBER’S POV
His jaw works, and then he nods.
The scale glows and reaches into me, and I feel it lift the whole rot of Gale out — years of terror and grinding and a white hospital ceiling, flashes after flashes, of violence and blood and cruel words and down to the s*x with Logan — and then there’s a smooth blank place where he lived, and I know only, the way you know a fact about a stranger, that I was married once, and it was bad, and I left.
The details of it are gone. And it doesn’t hurt at all.
The light of the scale dies down, and I am heaving, chest heaving and confused.
What did I give away?
It’s hard to dwell on, because Devika’s wound is still crushing.
“And you, King,” Silas says.
Knox is quiet. Then, he says softly:
“My father. Everything he was. Everything he did to my
