Ember Frost’s POV

Leo just stood there staring at us, his jaw hanging open so wide you’d think he was trying to catch flies.

He fumbled with his wrinkled shirt, smoothing it out in a panic before yanking Alina behind him like he suddenly remembered he was supposed to be protective. His voice came out sharp and defensive as he barked, “Why are you here? This place is restricted. People aren’t supposed to just walk in.”

“Restricted?” Freya let out a laugh dripping with sarcasm. ...