Jolie POV

I wake up in Ryder's bed, sunlight burning through the curtains. My whole body aches like I've been hit by a truck, but it's a good ache. The kind that says I survived something I shouldn't have.

The shower runs in the bathroom. I stretch, wincing at the pull of bruised muscles, and notice my clothes folded on the chair. Someone—probably Luna—brought them while I was passed out.

The water shuts off. Ryder emerges with a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his ...