Ember’s POV
The days seemed to pass a little bit more slowly, like molasses in winter.
Every day was lengthier than the last, dragging on and on with a frustrating, slow pace and the new days highlighted the fact that I hadn’t seen Killian anywhere.
Just like the first time I saw him, he seemed to have disappeared into thin air, his presence a flimsy film of smoke.
I did everything I could to focus, on school, on assignments, on assigned projects, distracting myself from the fact that I hadn’t spoken to my father in days either, not since he told me I had no choice but to marry Fred.
It made me wonder, had Fred not told him about the slap? And, sometimes, I found myself eyeing my bodyguards, wondering if for the first time since they began to follow me around like shadows tethered to
