Ryder’s POV

When I pulled Amelia out of that burning room, nothing registered except her weight in my arms. The heat, the smoke, the cracking wood—I didn’t feel any of it. I just kept saying her name like it could drag her back to me.

“Amelia… baby, please wake up.”

Everything around us was chaos. Lucas shouting, Callum cursing, water hitting flames—but it all sounded far away. When she finally drew in a shaky breath and her fingers twitched against my shirt, something inside me ...