EMBER’S POV

The colour drains from Knox’s face so fast it’s like watching someone pull a plug.

“She thinks he’s alive,” I continue, and the words feel dangerous leaving my mouth, like setting something loose that I can’t put back. “She heard whispers among the nurses a few nights ago. An emergency call went out demanding every qualified surgeon in the hospital. All ten senior doctors pulled from their shifts in the middle of the night, driven out in private cars. The patient was in critical condition. She thinks it was Rafael.”

Knox doesn’t respond.

His eyes go blank, sinking to a place I can’t follow. The Lycan King is...