EMBER’S POV
“You moved him.” I stare at both of them, trying to wrap my head around the logistics. “In the middle of the night. While I was sleeping. You somehow moved a raving man in chains without me hearing anything?”
“You were exhausted, rightfully so after such physical exertion,” Knox says, like this explains everything. “And some things are better handled quietly.”
“Where is he now?”
“Somewhere much more secure. Completely outside the council’s jurisdiction.” Nathaniel’s eyes meet mine, and there’s something grim in their depths that makes me shiver. “He’ll stay there until the political heat dies down. Then my extraction team will transport him to a maximum security facility in the States, where he’ll be dealt with under the full authority of the crown. There will be no council
