Ember Frost’s POV

I rushed into the bedroom and found only my mother, reading under the warm glow of the bedside lamp, while my father was still buried in work in his study.

“Mother! Eira—something’s wrong!” I gasped, my chest heaving. “There’s… there’s a strange disturbance in our mind link. I feel it—she’s in trouble!”

My mother looked up, startled, setting her book aside. “Slow down, child. How do you know? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No!” I shook my ...