EMBER’S POV

“Absolutely not.” I don’t even pretend to consider it. “You?”

“Not a chance.”

We look at each other, and there’s something light dancing in his eyes — actual humor, rare and precious as the aurora itself.

Then he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, lingering there like he’s memorizing the moment.

“I don’t want to be overly cheesy,” he murmurs against my skin, “but you’re even more beautiful under the aurora. Just as radiant. Maybe more so, because she doesn’t look at me the way you do.”

I roll my eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t get stuck.

“Flattery will absolutely not get...