** Paige’s POV **

After my shower, I feel like a new person, ready to try to deal with everything happening now that I’m not caked in blood. I head back downstairs wrapped in one of Ryder’s oversized hoodies. The smell of camomile tea drifts through the air, calming me further. Ryder is waiting at the island, a cup steaming in front of him. His gaze lifts to me as soon as I get to the bottom of the stairs. There’s exhaustion in his eyes, but there’s also something fierce there, ...