EMBER’S POV
The SUV pulls away from the resort and something tightens in my chest, because this is the first time we’ve left the Summit grounds since we arrived and suddenly it feels too real, too fast, too much.
Knox is driving, his hands steady on the wheel, but I can see the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes keep flicking toward me like he’s waiting for me to shatter.
He’s worried. The Lycan King, who fears nothing and no one, is worried about me.
“Talk to me,” he says quietly.
I open my mouth to tell him I’m fine, but the words won’t come because I’m not fine, I’m the opposite of fine, and the closer we get to that restaurant the more my body seems to understand what my mind has been trying to deny.
I’m about to see Gale.
The thought hits me like a physical blow and sudden
