"You're so annoying. Are you going to sign or not?" he spat out, his eyes narrowed with impatience. "Listen here, I don't really care if you disappear or not. Stop wasting my time."
Ember's heart skipped. She hadn't expected him to really mean it—she thought he'd press harder, give her a reason to form a pact.
Then he started to turn around.
"Let's go," he commanded the other two.
Panic flickered across her face as she watched his back, realizing the gravity of what was about to happen.
If he walked away now, her options would be limited.
She'd either have to disappear entirely or turn to the very beings she despised—the angels. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought.
What the angels did to her before was so sickening that she would rather serve the most evil being in the world than come running back to them.
She swallowed, her pride.
