EMBER’S POV

The first thing Queenie does, the very second we’re clear of the moth shop and into a part of the city that has actual sunlight and shops that sell things that won’t kill you, is hold out her hand.

“Card.”

“It’s for the herbs—”

“The herbs are bought, the herbs are in the bag, the herbs are handled.” She wiggles her fingers. “Knox Volkov looked your two boulders here dead in the eye this morning and said, and I quote, because I was standing right there, ‘she comes back with bags up to her elbows and a smile on her face.’ His words. A direct order from your...