** Paige’s POV **

The knock on the door is urgent. I’m already on my feet before it comes a second time, with my heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.

I peek through the spy hole and then wrench the door open to find Parker standing there, dried blood crusted down one side of his face.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, reaching out to touch his face without thinking. “Are you okay?”

Parker closes his eyes at my touch and nods, cupping his hand over mine.

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