**Time—Hans Zimmer**
"How dare you try to manipulate me, Elara AshFall?"
He was gripping her neck. His face seemingly set in anger. But Ember was beginning to understand that Khaos BlueBlood was not nearly as infallible as he would like her to believe.
Not when she had just stumbled on the discovery of the world—Khaos BlueBlood needed her, of which said need also included her well-being.
Ember broke into an audacious smile, tilting her head up to stare at him. Now that they no longer sat in the carriage the differences in their heights stood out even more.
He was taller—he had at least six inches over her. Her head only reached his chest, and she could swear that she was not sharp by any means. Not when she was a solid five inches seven., plus two inches lended to her by her heel boots.
