EMBER’S POV

“Get up. Get up, Ember, we have to go, now—”

Knox’s voice is wrong.

That’s the first thing I understand, before I understand anything else, before my eyes are even properly open.

His voice is wrong. Knox does not sound like this.

Knox sounds like a man who has never once in his life had to hurry, a man the world rearranges itself around, and right now he sounds like the floor is on fire, and his hands are on my shoulders shaking me out of the deepest sleep I’ve had since Alaska.

“What—” I’m already being hauled upright, the blankets ripped back, cold air slamming into me....