EMBER’S POV

By the time the sun comes up, I have an uncle who runs a mountain of rogues, a biological father who is a royal snake with his eye on a throne, and a mother who chose to forget I ever existed.

And the first thing my body has to say about any of it is that my ass is dead.

Literally.

It’s completely numb as I shift in the passenger seat, wince, shift again, and Knox glances over from the wheel, a small quirk to his brows.

“You’re fidgeting. Problem?”

“My ass died somewhere around the second bend. Which is more rest than either of us has gotten...