EMBER’S POV
The moment the door closed behind him, I knew.
He had found something.
Not everything—but enough.
I didn’t move immediately. I stayed where I was, standing by the window, my reflection staring back faintly against the glass. My face was calm. Controlled. Unbothered.
But my mind wasn’t.
Xavier didn’t come here to ask questions anymore. He came to confirm.
And the way he looked at me—
That wasn’t suspicion.
That was certainty waiting to be proven.
I exhaled slowly and turned away from the window.
This had gone too far.
Too quickly.
I walked toward the table, my fingers brushing lightly against the surface as I tried to think. Not react. Thinking was what kept me ahead.
But the problem was clear now.
He wasn’t leaving the pack.
He wasn’t going back blindly.
He was
