Ember POV

Ember stared at her phone and watched it ring out. Marksman. She couldn’t talk to him. Not yet. Not until she’d gotten herself under control. She would never let him know just how much he’d hurt her. If all he wanted was to sleep with Abigail, then so be it. He’d gotten what he wanted and she could walk away feeling nothing.

It would be great if that wasn’t the biggest lie in the universe.

But Ember was a master at hiding her feelings. Hadn’t she been doing it her entire life? Hadn’t she been pretending to be someone else even before she created Abigail?

With a huff,...