EMBER’S POV

In that moment, I almost murder her.

Matricide.

My claws are already out in a blink, moving to slash right through her neck, when Knox’s firm arms band like iron around my waist, hauling me violently backward away from the despicable piece of shit.

“Breathe, baby,” Knox rasps into my ear, his solid chest expanding against my back as he holds me flush against him. “We can’t kill her yet. Not without getting your answers first.” He presses a hot, rough kiss into my hair, his golden eyes locked purely on my mother. “The second she talks, I promise I will hand you the pleasure myself.”

“Devika,” Silas...