Jolie POV

I wake to sunlight streaming through the cabin windows and the smell of coffee.

For a moment, I'm disoriented. Then memory returns—the enforcers, using my empathy as a weapon, collapsing from exhaustion. Ryder carrying me to bed and ordering me to rest.

I stretch, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite everything. How long did I sleep?

"Twelve hours." Ryder's voice comes from the doorway. He's holding two mugs of coffee, looking amused. "You were out cold. I checked on you three ...