[Alaric]

The fluorescent hum of Ember High’s office felt like a cage, even on my birthday. I walked out of the school early, ignoring the stack of well-wishes and the little gifts Lana had already swept away. I didn't need congratulations; I needed the ocean. I pointed my car toward the shipping yard, needing the cold, clean air of the docks.

The salt and the cool, whipping wind were a physical anesthetic. I stood near the pier, watching the ships load with smooth, efficient movements. No ...