Ivy’s POV

My breath caught in my throat as fingers dug into my shoulder. I spun around, my pulse pounding so hard I could barely hear anything else.

Smoke covered his face at first but I knew it was Ezra.

His face was streaked with soot, his eyes dark with fury and disbelief. Behind him, his guards fanned out through the burning corridor, weapons drawn, flames reflecting off their blades like hungry beasts.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low.

“I—” The words tangled in my ...