Ember’s POV
Seeing Den alone was enough to make my heart thud. Last time, at the tracks, when the chaos erupted, I’d avoided him with every fibre of my being and not even once since then had I thought I would meet him again, especially not like this.
His lips curved in that slow, wicked way they’d done the last time I saw him and recognition hit me like ice water.
I remembered his eyes, how sharp, amused, predatory and cruel they’d seemed and similar to that night, they locked on me like a hawk watching its prey.
Alarm rings blared in my ears and my instinct screamed at me, asking me to bolt when I still could.
Blindly, I reached for Mira and grabbed her hand, fully intent on doing that when Den clicked his tongue with a bemused laugh. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
He too
