EMBER’S POV

I hate that it moves me. I hate it more than anything she’s said tonight. And I don’t let it show on my face.

Under the table, Knox’s hand turns and closes over mine, an anchor, the only thing keeping me upright, and I hold onto him like a woman going under, because I am.

“That’s enough,” Knox says. “She doesn’t need it framed like—”

“She asked, King.” Devika finally shifts her gaze from mine, and the poison is back in them. “The house deals in truth. That’s my truth.”

“Then here’s one back.” Knox’s voice could split stone. “It’s rather pathetic that you think not killing her...