"C'mon, Little Smoky," he said with a teasing smile, holding out his hand. Ember had to smile. When he had discovered her wandering on her own after her home had been burned, Declan had first taken her hand, then took a whiff of her hair. "Phew! You sure smell smoky!" he had said. Ever since, the nickname had stuck like heat to a flame, and made Ember feel special in a way nobody else could.