EMBER’S POV

Queenie has risen from her chair and is watching this whole exchange with the deeply satisfied expression of a woman who lives for exactly this.

“Oh, I will personally see to it,” she announces, hooking her arm through mine and steering me toward the door before Knox can think better of any of it. “Don’t you worry about a thing. She’ll come back so weighed down with bags she won’t fit in the car.” She tosses her hair. “It is officially, as of this moment, hot girl season. We are getting the herbs, yes, fine, we’re saving Rayana, very noble — and then we are getting out of...