EMBER’S POV

“Marjorie,” I say patiently.

“I have given this house everything!” She’s not listening. She’s past listening, gripping the bars like she means to tear them out of the stone and rip out my throat. “Everything I had, my whole life, poured into these walls and the people inside them! And I loved those girls. I fed them. I scolded them for their sloppy corners, and I sat up half the night when they cried over some worthless boy in the stables, and they were mine to keep safe, they were mine, and I had them! I had two of them in my own arms! And you took them...