Ember Frost’s POV

I refused to back down.

No matter how many times my father tried to shut the discussion down, I kept pushing, laying out every thought I had, every hope I was clinging to. At last, he let out a sigh, giving up on the fight.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “Let’s say I allow you to go. What exactly do you think you can do in your current condition?” His eyes flicked to the tubes and runes surrounding me. “Your life is hanging by a thread, my child. Moving you ...