EMBER’S POV
“Thank you,” I say, taking the cup. The warmth seeps into my frozen fingers, grounding me in a way I desperately need.
Knox studies my face, and whatever he sees there makes his brow furrow.
“You look like you didn’t sleep.”
“I slept.”
“You look like you slept badly, then. And like something happened between then and now that made it worse.” He sets down his own cup on a nearby post and reaches for me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before his hands settle on my waist, pulling me closer. “Talk to me, Ember. Was it another nightmare? Sapphire maybe?”
I open my mouth, then it closes on its own.
Where would I even start? Spying on Nathaniel? The thing he claims Knox is hiding? The flash drive Logan is hunting? The bodies Nathaniel buried? The fact that your own beta
