Amelia’s POV

I woke up gasping, my head spinning like I’d been tossed around in a storm. My whole body ached, and when I looked around, I was on my lumpy mattress in that filthy safehouse room, the peeling walls and flickering bulb making my stomach churn.

My memory of last night was fuzzy—Jasper’s screams, Ryder’s arms catching me, blood everywhere. Did Ryder attack me? No, that didn’t feel right. He’d been protecting me, hadn’t he?

Voices echoed down the hallway, loud and ...