RYDER

The sound of the door opening rips me from my sleep. I look up, disoriented and sore all fucking over, and see my father's face.

The rage I felt earlier—I have no idea when that was—returns. It burns right through me, and the fact that I know he didn't come here to let me go makes me feel a thousand times worse.

What the hell does he want from me this time?

Could it be that Aria was found?

I panic, but he speaks and brings my worry to an end. "I hope you've been thinking about ...