EMBER’S POV

I look at Knox, and the look that passes between us is the kind that makes other people uncomfortable.

It is loaded with private language, inside jokes, the shared history of a thousand terrible moments and a handful of perfect ones.

He rolls his eyes in a way that is so exaggeratedly put-upon that it’s obviously an act, and I blow him a kiss because I can, because he’s mine, because blowing a kiss to the Lycan King in a hospital room while his ex-fiancée watches is exactly the kind of petty, delicious power move that I have earned the right to make.

Knox catches the blown kiss...