Ember Frost’s POV

I couldn’t stop looking at him. Something about it didn’t sit right.

It had nothing to do with the blood, the altar, or even the fact that he was a demon.

But because he reminded me of someone.

Eira.

A chill ran down my spine.

I looked again, searching for the resemblance. It didn't make sense. Their faces weren't identical. His features were sharper, more commanding. There was a hardness to him that Eira had never possessed.

Yet the familiarity remained.

It ...