Ember POV

“No,” she said, and then cleared her throat and tried again. “No, you’re not in the wrong studio.”

Isaac froze and then slowly lifted his head, his eyes narrowing as he took her in. It could have been creepy, the way he looked her over as if he was checking her out, but Ember knew that wasn’t his intent at all.

“Your voice sounds remarkably like someone I know, but…” He squinted and peered closer. “Well, you look a bit like her too, but…”

“It’s me,” Ember said, trying to smile. “It’s Abigail, or rather, Ember.”

Isaac took a step back and ran his hand through his long...