Amelia’s POV

For the next few days, Ryder kept waking before dawn. Every morning at five, I heard him slip out of bed, pull on his training clothes, and leave for the field without saying a word. I pretended to be asleep each time. It was easier than trying to figure out which version of him I’d get that morning.

But every night before he left, I felt him pull me close. His arm would slide around my waist like he couldn’t help it, his breath warm against my ear. He whispered small things ...