Ryder POV

I watch Jolie eat the stew Doc made, her hands shaking so badly she can barely hold the spoon. She's trying to hide it, but I see everything when it comes to her.

"Stop staring." She doesn't look up from her bowl. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine." I sit down beside her on the log. "You look like you went ten rounds with Knox."

"Feels like it too." She manages a weak smile. "Elena doesn't believe in taking it easy."

Knox appears from the darkness beyond the firelight, materializing like a ...