EMBER’S POV

Marjorie gasps softly. Her eyes go wide, the shock registering for only a split second before her face twists into a fierce, defensive scowl.

“Don’t patronise me,” Marjorie spits. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better, or to try and mock me.”

“I am being entirely serious, Marjorie.” I step closer to the iron, forcing her to look at me. “I saw it with my own eyes. On the day I sparred with her, when she blocked off my wolf. I thought I had hit my head too hard. She aged right in front of me. She was still Hale, but… withered. Knox...