EMBER’S POV

“Ember, darling.” Her voice is honey-sweet, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “I’m so glad I caught you. I wanted to apologize for those photos. I had absolutely no idea someone was taking pictures—how terrible that it caused drama. I hope you don’t think there’s anything between Knox and me.”

She says this with perfect innocence. I know she orchestrated every frame.

“Why don’t we talk privately? Woman to woman. I’d love to clear the air.”

She guides me to a private alcove before I can refuse, her grip on my elbow gentle but firm.

The space is intimate, tucked away from prying eyes, designed for quiet...