** Ryder’s POV **

The cabin door shuts behind the others, and the silence they leave behind feels charged.

Paige stands in the middle of the room, breathing slowly, the weight of everything we just planned pressing down on her shoulders. The glow under her skin hasn’t fully faded. It pulses soft gold at her collarbone, her wrists, along her throat like it’s following her heartbeat.

She looks like pure power trapped in a human body… she looks like mine.

Remy, Parker, and Callen left ...