EMBER’S POV

Queenie slips inside before I can even turn around.

“Ember, you need to be quick—”

“Look at this!”

“What?”

“Look!” I’m pointing at the page with my whole hand flat. “That’s my name! She’s got my name circled, and she’s written special child, and she knows about Caelora, and she’s asking whether her grandmother’s alive, and here, look, this is the tunnels, she’s drawn the service tunnels, all of them, she’s drawn the one where I found-”

Queenie is staring at me now, her eyes shifting from the book to my face and back again, her brows pulling together in confusion.

“Ember,” she says carefully. “What am I...