KNOX’S POV

She’s right, Phantom says, low and certain, fully awake now. She’s been right since the first night. The house is wrong.

“Ember—”

“And the wolf.” She turns to me, and now there’s something almost desperate threading through it. “In the fight. With Hale. I know you decided it was a concussion. I know that’s the sensible answer, and Goddess, you love a sensible answer; you’d file the apocalypse under ‘weather’ if you could.” A humourless breath. “But I know what I felt, Knox. I reached for Sapphire—on purpose, controlled, exactly the way you taught me. And she came. I felt the silver start in my hands. And then...