Ember
Carter told Jax he would take me home, and we sped off in the Lamborghini.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“My home.”
“Why?”
“In order for you to understand just how dangerous Ryder is, you need to see it for yourself,” he said, and then went quiet. I watched the streets through the window, my mind turning over everything from the past few months. Was there more to Ryder than I had ever understood? A theory was forming in the back of my mind, one too far-fetched to say out loud.
We arrived, and I was stunned. A huge mansion sat at the end of a long path cut through dense forest. Houses dotted the path on either side, stretching far into the trees. Carter watched my reaction and smiled.
“Do you like our home?” he asked, still driving slowly. The people walking the path nodded in
