Ember POV

“I didn’t know Hope Springs was such a hotbed of crime that you haven’t been able to go home,” Ember replied, dragging her eyes off his arms and up to his face.

He smirked. “You’d be surprised what this town can get up to, but no. It isn’t work that keeps me from coming home. I’ve just been staying with Dad and Keely.”

“Is there something wrong with your dad?” she asked, concerned. Ember knew he was in a wheelchair—he had been since before Marksman was born. “Is he sick?”

Marksman sighed and looked away from her. “No,” he said with a shake of his head. “I just...