EMBER’S POV

Ida. So that was her name.

Hale’s grandmother, whom Knox had told me all about.

The woman with the sprawling library and the endless books. The woman who commanded Hale’s absolute, eternal adoration even long after she was gone.

I could only lean closer just as Marjorie continued.

“I was much younger when Ida lived here—well, lived is an exaggeration, but she frequented this house enough times to have her own room in it. At the time, I was being mentored under my mother’s supervision. And my mother, who feared nothing on this earth, warned me off that woman with a stern face. Keep clear of Lady Ida....