EMBER’S POV
“Ember, darling.” Her voice is honey-sweet, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “I’m so glad I caught you. I wanted to apologize for those photos. I had absolutely no idea someone was taking pictures—how terrible that it caused drama. I hope you don’t think there’s anything between Knox and me.”
She says this with perfect innocence. I know she orchestrated every frame.
“Why don’t we talk privately? Woman to woman. I’d love to clear the air.”
She guides me to a private alcove before I can refuse, her grip on my elbow gentle but firm.
The space is intimate, tucked away from prying eyes, designed for quiet conversations and quieter manipulations.
We sit. She studies me with those violet eyes that probably catalogue weaknesses the way other people notice outfits.
“I want
