Jolie POV

I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Ryder's face when he pinned Mara to the wall. The way his voice dropped to that dangerous whisper. The way everyone in that room looked at me like I was a bomb about to explode.

My room is small but clean, with a single bed and a dresser that Doc found somewhere. It smells like pine cleaner and motor oil, nothing like the lavender and honey scent of my old room back in Nightshade. But it's mine. The first space that's ever been just ...