EMBER’S POV
I slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly I’d been holding myself until the tension drains away.
Knox lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.
It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Harrison’s questions had wound so tight I thought I might snap.
I give him a small smile, and he returns it — soft, private, just for me.
He didn’t say yes to Harrison’s question.
But he didn’t say no either.
That was the easiest alternative. The safest escape. A simple “no” would have shut the conversation down, dismissed the question as ridiculous, kept his walls firmly in place.
But something held him back. Something pushed against those possibilities — and ironically, that something felt like… som
