Ember Frost’s POV

The moment my father said yes, I jumped off the sofa, barely able to contain myself. Even Eira, who was usually calm and careful, grabbed my hand, her eyes wide with excitement.

It was strange, really. What we were celebrating was something dangerous, something that could easily go wrong. But to me, it was more than a mission; it was a chance for Eira to finally accept who she was. A chance for her to see that her witch bloodline wasn’t a curse, that her power ...