Ember POV

I tossed recklessly on the bed, unable to catch even a flicker of sleep.

My chest felt tight, my thoughts restless as I rose and began pacing the length of my room.

Ivy… is she safe? It was already past midnight, yet there was still no word of their return. My pulse quickened with each step. And the Faceless King… what of him? Is he unharmed?

I had heard that he left on a mission, and since Rho accompanied him, then it could only mean danger, blood, claws, and fight. Still, the unease twisting in my stomach was heavier for Ivy than for anyone else. She was fragile,...