Ryder’s POV

Another sleepless night. Another wordless day.

Carol makes dinner, but the smell of it alone is enough to set me off. Nothing tastes the same since Eden left. I can’t feel warmth and comfort until she is back in my arms. Everything aches, and I’m sore with a stiff rage that boils under the surface, waiting to be lifted up so the pressure of the steam can be unleashed.

If I were to fully release like I want to, I may set the world on fire in ...