Ryder’s POV

I don’t leave a text.

No, I don’t warn her as I make my way to their apartment.

Hungry for the one that I shouldn't touch.

I use Kyle’s spare key and let myself in just after midnight.

Their apartment is quiet and dark, the only light I see is the faint glow of a lamp from the bedroom and I follow it like a magnet.

I find Thalia curled on the bed in one of Kyle’s faded t-shirts with her knees tucked up, and her phone in her hand.

She looks like she has been waiting ...