Ember Frost’s POV

No one argued with me this time. No one even tried. Whatever differences we had, none of us could stand there and watch Henry die.

“That might work,” Ellan said, but his tone didn’t match the words. “There’s still something you’re not seeing.”

He stepped forward before anyone could respond. “This is exactly why rushing in blindly will get us all killed.”

The air around him shifted as he raised his hand. What he’d been showing us—the shape of ...