*Ember*
My eyes widen as I stare at Kyan’s mother where she sits on the edge of the bed in my borrowed room.
Ember?
Did she just call me Ember?
“Excuse me?” I ask, trying not to sound rude or startled. “I, uhm–”
“Let’s not pretend, dear,” she says, and her voice tells me she’s not one to play games with, though she also doesn’t seem angry or bitter. “I knew the moment you stepped in my house, and I confirmed it when I hugged you.”
I don’t know what to say. I can’t get my mouth to move to admit to her that I am, in fact, Princess Ember of Fire Pack, no matter how badly I want to.
If I do actually want to.
I just stand there, speechless, staring at her.
She clears her throat. “I understand why you are doing this, I think.”
I blink again, wanting to ask her what she means or what sh
