EMBER’S POV
He frowns. “2016?”
“The 2016 deal.” I hold his gaze. “Something that had to do with Gale.”
The confusion vanishes. His face goes white.
“Where did you hear about that?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, it f*****g matters.” His voice has changed completely. Hard. Cold. “Who told you? Was it Rafael? Has he been filling your head with—”
“It wasn’t Rafael.”
“Then who?” He steps closer, and there’s something in his eyes I don’t recognize. Something desperate and furious and barely controlled. “Tell me who’s been talking to you about things that are none of their goddamn business.”
“Maybe they’re MY business, Knox. Maybe I have a right to know what deals were made about my own life.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Then TELL me. Explain it to me. Help me understand why everyo
