Ryder POV

I stand outside our bedroom door for ten minutes after Jolie asks for space.

Every instinct screams at me to break down the door, to hold her until she understands that nothing happened. That Seraphina means nothing. That Jolie is everything.

But I forced her into enough situations already. I made enough decisions for her because I thought I knew best.

So I walk away, even though it feels like tearing out my own heart.

Cass finds me in the garage, methodically cleaning weapons that ...