** Paige’s POV **

The air in the living room feels heavier than it should, like it knows what’s coming. Ryder sits back on the couch, legs spread, shoulders relaxed in a way that doesn’t fool me for a second. He’s watching me, his eyes too intense to be casual. Callen leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and tension in his shoulders. Parker’s got his arms crossed. He’s quiet as usual, but there’s a look in his eye that gives him away. And Remy… he’s pacing ...