Ryder POV

I don't leave her room. Can't leave her room. Not when my mind won't stop running through every terrible possibility of what her power means.

Jolie sleeps hard, her breathing deep and steady. She's curled on her side with her hand still in mine, and even in sleep, she looks exhausted. Whatever she did to heal me took something out of her.

My ribs ache where the cut used to be. I lift my shirt in the dim light from her window and study the thin scar. Hours ago, this was a gaping wound ...