If Thorne was angry before, now he was enraged. He placed both hands on his hips and took a deep, rattling breath with his back turned to Ember.
“How many of ours?” he asked Darius, who was being helped up by the pack nurse.
“It’s just the three of us left,” Darius responded grimly, gesturing to himself and the two wounded guards beside him.
People stared and glared at Ember, the whispering taking on a hateful and accusing tone. Thorne rubbed his chin as he slowly turned to face her. His eyes were bloodshot and livid.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t end you right here, Ember.”
“I don’t know what he’s talking about, please,” Ember said, her voice shaky and pleading. The tears were falling in earnest now, and her heart twisted under the weight of the accusations. Maybe she could have avoided t
