EMBER’S POV
By the time the sun comes up, I have an uncle who runs a mountain of rogues, a biological father who is a royal snake with his eye on a throne, and a mother who chose to forget I ever existed.
And the first thing my body has to say about any of it is that my ass is dead.
Literally.
It’s completely numb as I shift in the passenger seat, wince, shift again, and Knox glances over from the wheel, a small quirk to his brows.
“You’re fidgeting. Problem?”
“My ass died somewhere around the second bend. Which is more rest than either of us has gotten in hours, so honestly, good for it.”
“Want me to wake it up?”
“Eyes on the road, you feral menace. We’re both too exhausted for your nonsense.”
He breathes out a soft chuckle.
“You brought it up. I’m just offering excellent custom
