Ember Frost’s POV

I didn’t hesitate.

“Oh? Is that so?” I said calmly, meeting his gaze head-on. “You sound deeply disappointed with what we have here, sir. A ‘leaking wooden shack,’ was it? Funny, I’d say this level of craftsmanship would leave most scholars arguing for days. Or what, even this isn’t good enough for you?” I tilted my head slightly. “Then I suppose you’ll just have to endure it. We came here for work, not a holiday retreat.”

The young man’s face ...