EMBER’S POV
The scale wakes up between us. Cold light spreads across the black table like living ice, and I feel it reaching for me.
I suddenly think of the man I saw earlier on my tour. His eyes had clouded completely white, and a sick feeling drops into my stomach as I finally understand.
He had wagered his memories, and the house had collected.
A sharp, insistent prick drills into my head, hungry invisible fingers clawing into the deepest part of my mind, scraping the corners before they find a thread and pull brutally.
The tug forces a gasp out of me, and nausea rolls up right behind it.
Knox is already moving. His hand catches my jaw and turns my face up to his, grey eyes blown wide.
“Ember. Is it too much?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. His glare snaps to Silas. “You didn’t
