EMBER’S POV

(PRESENT)

The sound rips out of me before I’m fully conscious, raw and animalistic and absolutely terrified.

The room is wrong, unfamiliar walls, unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar everything, and for one horrible moment I don’t know where I am or how I got here.

My hands fly to my chest expecting to find torn flesh, expecting to find the wound that killed me, but there’s nothing there.

There is just skin. Just my heart trying to pound its way out of my ribcage.

The door explodes inward.

Knox.

He’s across the threshold before the door finishes slamming against the wall, his eyes wild, his body coiled for violence.

He...