Ember Frost’s POV

I knew right away what it was. The devil’s mark… the same one we’d been chasing all this time. The reason the elders even performed the Memory Veil ritual.

For a split second, I almost felt a spark of hope, like this discovery might save me. But it vanished almost immediately. Nothing comes without a cost. The more I looked at her, the more the feeling of unease settled in. Medina. Every movement, every word—it all felt rehearsed, like she was hiding something ...