Ember
I was back in the same spot on the floor, my mates still asleep around me, as if I had never moved. Whatever had just happened was real. I had felt Emma’s nose crack under my fist. I had felt the knife handle in my palm. I looked at my hand. Nothing. No blood. But I knew.
Jordan’s eyes opened. He watched me for a moment, then linked someone. He looked back at me.
“Did you just travel to my club?” he whispered.
I smiled. He laughed silently.
“You are full of surprises, Angel.”
“Damien is probably furious with me,” I said.
“I can feel him through the bond. Confused and… something else,” Jordan said carefully.
I giggled.
“He was set up,” I said, and explained what I had seen — Emma, the giver, the tears of praise, the probing. “I had planned to let Damien handle Emma. But when
