Ryder’s POV

“Psst… Ryder. Wake up. Come on, man.”

I blinked. Pain roared back like a tidal wave. Chester’s voice was faint but urgent as he shook me gently.

“Ryder, you’ve got to move before someone finds us again.”

My ribs screamed in protest as I tried to sit up. “Ugh… remind me never to get on their radar again.”

“You live on their radar,” Chester muttered, then sighed. “Come on. Can you walk?”

“Not unless you carry ...