EMBER MUST HAVE TOLD Ryder I was tired, because his head popped up through the hatch but he didn’t try to enter. “If you need anything, holler.”
His eyebrows were slightly raised. Questioning. Promising.
I wanted to answer those questions and curl up in those promises. But my mother’s compulsion to steal the Kingmaker lay as sharp as a sword between us. “Okay,” I answered. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See you in the morning.” His mouth quirked up ever so slightly as he drew the hatch shut.
Then I was alone in a soundproofed room. My hand rose to my locket, but I had to check the other danger point before contacting Aiti.
Padding to the window in socks Ember had lent me (along with clothes that actually fit), I peered out. The clouds had lifted and Ryder’s motorcycle was visible ben
