Chapter Seventy

*Ember’s POV*

The next morning, I woke to the sight of Aiden sitting at the edge of the bed, his foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the floor. His eyes, usually bright and full of life, were now clouded with a sense of unease.

I could tell something was troubling him, a weight pressing down on his shoulders. I'd tried to coax him into sharing his worries, but he'd only met my attempts with evasive answers and restless movements. It wasn't until I continued to press him for answers that the gravity of the situation dawned on me.

"You need to get rid of it," I demanded, my voice laced with urgency. "Aiden, you can't keep using it. You shouldn't have even started."

"If I'd known all this beforehand, it would have been easier to avoid it altogether," he replied, a hint of frustration in his tone.

"Promise me you're going to get rid of it," I urged, my voice filled with desperation.

"Ember, it's not that simple!" he snapped, his anger boiling over.