EMBER’S POV

The mattress dips sometime after three in the morning.

I’ve been lying here for hours, staring at the ceiling, my mind running circles around the photo of Queenie still burning a hole in my phone.

Sleep feels impossible. Every time I close my eyes, I see Rayana bleeding on the marble. See Nathaniel’s face going white when I asked what Logan was looking for.

See the threads multiplying faster than I can hold them.

Knox’s arm slides around my waist and pulls me back against his chest. He’s warm and solid and he smells like exhaustion and under it all, that scent that makes my wolf perk up...