Marksman POV

“What?!” Sara yelled, jumping to her feet and nearly knocking his beer out of his hand.

“Ember is Abigail,” he repeated.

“Oh, I heard you the first time,” Sara said, running her hand through her hair and pacing in a tight circle. She stopped and turned to glare at him. “And you knew this? From the beginning?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “I knew. I’ve always known.”

“What do you mean, ‘always known?’”

“Like, I knew the moment she appeared on The Next Big

Sara sank onto the couch beside him. “You’ve always known,” she muttered.

Marksman took another breath and watched his friend carefully. He knew it...