Eden’s POV

I shoot upright, my body aching in response, but not as terrible as my raw, dry mouth.

The sight before me baffles me past feeling sick. I half expect to see my apartment walls or the hotel’s cheap art above the tacky, monochromatic furniture. Instead, I see two sets of blue eyes in my old, dainty bedroom.

Ryder sits up in his chair, eyes pinned on mine, the same as his brother’s that watch me from the doorway of the bedroom, his posture ...