EMBER’S POV

The mountain swallows the car whole.

There’s no door or glittering red sign that announces this as the entrance to the most dangerous casino on the continent.

A road runs straight into a wall of black rock. Just as we’re about to hit, the stone opens, and the car glides down a throat of polished stone, deep into the belly of the mountain, and behind us, the rock seals shut like a mouth finishing a meal.

“Cute,” I say, because Merrilyn Aster is not impressed by geology. “Very theatrical. Someone’s compensating.”

Beside me, Knox says nothing.

Knox can’t say anything because Knox is currently a bodyguard in black,...