KNOX’S POV

“Go to the car,” I tell Ember quietly. “I’ll be right behind you.”

She looks like she wants to argue, but something in my expression must convince her not to. She nods, squeezes my hand once, and walks toward the exit.

I watch her go, making sure she’s safely out of the building before I turn my attention back to the room.

Harrison is gathering his things, preparing to leave. Devika has reappeared from wherever she was hiding, looking disheveled and furious.

Maurice is nowhere to be seen — probably fled into the night to drink himself into oblivion.

And Logan is still standing there. Staring. Shaking.

I...