EMBER’S POV

A spark lights up in my chest. It is a sudden, inexplicable warmth that I cannot quite process.

Rather stupidly, completely lost for words and overwhelmed by the weight of her title for me, I only sheepishly nod toward her.

“T-Thank you, Marjorie. Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back.”

And then I am gone.

I am rushing up the stone stairs, immediately wincing at my own words. Really? Don’t go anywhere? Where the hell would she go? I made sure she was locked up myself!

But there is no time to dwell on my own embarrassment. The second I burst through the door and come back...