Amelia’s POV

Since hanging up with Lucas, my mind wouldn’t stop circling the worst.

Had Ryder’s plane gone down? Was he ambushed? Was he bleeding out somewhere—or worse, already gone? Every time I shut my eyes, I saw his face. Not how I remembered it—strong, certain, pulling me close—but wrecked, like something was tearing him apart. The thought hollowed me out.

Sloane caught me pacing the coven’s courtyard, arms wrapped around myself against the cool night air. She didn’t ...