EMBER’S POV
“I want to recover here. In this penthouse. Not locked away somewhere safe and isolated.”
And there it is. The trade she’s been building toward.
I almost laugh.
“You want to stay here,” I repeat slowly. “With us. With Knox.”
“You heard me. What part of dying don’t you seem to understand?” She says it without self-pity, just stating fact. “I came to this Summit for my bucket list. And I won’t lie that some part of me does want to… rekindle my love with the man I thought I’d marry. I know I’m not going to get everything I wanted. But I can at least spend my last healthy months somewhere I’m not completely alone.”
Every instinct in my body is screaming no. Having Rayana in our space, recovering in our guest room, constantly present and needy and dying right down the hall fro
