EMBER’S POV

My mouth goes dry. A sickening weight drops in my stomach.

A whirlwind of thoughts tears through my mind.

Is Marjorie actually trying to say that Hale’s grandmother had something to do with the feral gene? The same madness that destroyed Knox’s family?

But how could that possibly be? The feral gene was generational. It was a curse in their bloodline. Knox told me so himself.

Marjorie’s words make absolutely no sense. What could Hale’s grandmother possibly gain from poisoning her own family?

“A-And you had the same dream?”

She nods, slow.

“Weeks back. First time in my whole life.”

My heart pounds now, a fresh dread spreading...