Elder Brown POV

“All these places could be yours… if you were not weak,” I declared out of the blue as soon as we took our seats, with her occupying the Luna chair.

My words landed heavy; she tried to mask the effect but I could see it tremble through her composure.

Ember POV: So this is it. This is why he wanted to see me, I thought, leaning back into the office chair suppressing my emotion..

“Even more than this place,” I said. “But you’re weak?” I concluded adding again, studying her like a surgeon looking for a fracture.

Ember POV

I knew he knew I am weak… but...