EMBER’S POV
“Explain my face to you? How does that have anything to do with this?!” Her voice climbs. “If you must know, I slept, Ember. For the first time in weeks, my body finally let me rest peacefully, Goddess forgive me, and I woke up to this nightmare. I am grieving the loss of my favourite maids—the tragedy that has befallen this great house—and you want me to give you my ten-step skincare routine to satiate your superstitious insensitivity—”
“Spare me the crap, Hale.”
I don’t raise my voice. And that seems to frighten her more than if I had screamed.
“Everyone else here might be fooled by you, but oh, Hale Volkov… I see you. I see all of you. And you f*****g know that. We both know exactly what you’re capable of.” I step closer, watching the colour drain from her face for a spl
