EMBER’S POV

“I worked like a dog for it,” she agrees, glowing again, lit up from inside by her own worst self. “Made myself sharp and useful and beautiful, all so I could be in that room. And finally, there he was. My Rhovan. More beautiful than the memory.”

She sneers, a vicious twist of her lips.

“And beside him—her. The Alpha Queen. Lady Isolde. Ethereal and cold and covered in everything I had ever starved for. I hated her the instant I saw her. Hated her for having him. Hated her for being everything I’d clawed toward my whole life and would never once be.”

“Only you could obsess...