EMBER’S POV
I sit with Maurice for twenty minutes before Knox comes to find me.
Twenty minutes isn’t long enough for everything I want to say to a man who is lying in a hospital bed with tubes in his arms and machines counting his heartbeats.
But twenty minutes is what I have because we’re leaving Alaska today and there’s a list of things that need doing before we board that plane.
Knox has been letting me take my time, but I can feel him hovering in the corridor the way he hovers when he’s being patient against his natural instincts, which is to say: loudly.
“I’m going to find her,” I tell Maurice’s unconscious face. His hand is warm in mine, and the machines beep their steady rhythm.
His chest rises and falls softly.
“Devika. I’m going to find her and get every answer you were t
