** Ryder’s POV **

I’m worried.

No matter how many times she says she’s fine, that she’s got it under control, all I can see is power that shouldn’t exist running wild beneath her skin. Power that could burn her from the inside out if we don’t understand it soon.

She’s standing at the stove now, Parker’s arms still around her, Jax eating like nothing’s wrong, and for a second, I can almost pretend it’s just another morning.

Almost. Because I can smell it… that electric ...