Ember Frost’s POV

“We’re barely holding it together ourselves,” I said, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. “How are we supposed to just stand here and watch them get torn apart out there?”

My hands curled into fists.

The room felt smaller than it was. The air was cold, but my palms were damp.

“I… I might have a way,” I said, forcing the words out. I wiped my hand on my sleeve and tried to steady my breathing. “It’s not safe. And it might be completely stupid. ...