Ember Frost’s POV

The cool night air brushed against my face, but it did little to cool the warmth the alcohol had left behind. Everything felt a little softer around the edges, and I found myself standing beneath the moonlight, swaying slightly as I waited for someone to take us home.

Eira had an arm around my shoulders, though I honestly couldn't tell if she was supporting me or if I was the one keeping her upright. We were both far too tipsy to trust our own balance.

Jace had been sent ...