Jolie POV

I woke up in Ryder's bed. Again. This was becoming a pattern.

The room was dark except for a single lamp. Ryder sat in the chair beside the bed, his head in his hands. He looked exhausted, his shirt still missing from earlier, dried blood streaking his chest.

"Hey," I croaked.

His head snapped up. In two steps he was beside me, his hand on my face. "You scared the hell out of me."

"What happened?" My mouth tasted bitter. Every muscle ached like I'd run a marathon.

"You healed Knox." ...