Ember Frost’s POV

We didn’t talk at all, even as we made our way onto the plane.

Orion still acted polite. He took my suitcase, held the door, and did everything a gentleman should do, except speak. He didn’t even glance my way. It felt worse than shouting.

I kept hoping for some kind of rescue, someone to crack a joke, break the tension, or anything. But Eira, who usually sensed emotions better than anyone, had stayed behind in the Stormspire Mountains. Elder Harriet wasn’t much ...