EMBER’S POV

I picture her, despite the hairs raising on my arm and the strangest shift in the air, like wind picking up in a window-shut room.

But I remind myself to keep my eyes fixed on chasing Sapphire, pulling at the thread between us, centring the one person that could answer my questions.

And it works.

That’s the thing.

It works, and it works fast, faster than anything has worked before, and I have one bright cold second to think ‘that’s wrong, it shouldn’t work this fast’ before the room behind my eyes goes dark.

And Sapphire’s face hangs in the dark like a candle, and I’m walking toward...