Ember Frost’s POV

My patience was already hanging by a thread when an unwelcome voice interrupted.

“Well, well. Our young lady looks exhausted,” the voice drawled. “Are this many people not enough to help you sleep peacefully? Or should we bring a few more and tuck you in properly?”

I didn’t need to turn around. There was only one person who would speak like that.

Axel.

Elder Marcus was still checking me over, and I tried to focus on anything but the noise behind me. ...