Eden’s POV

The brothers don’t sleep, and I don’t blame them. They pack up our bags in absolute silence, moving fluidly through the small, beachside hut while I watch on in downtrodden exhaustion.

Part of me knows I should have answered Ryder’s question, but the other part of me is so upset that they would even think to ask such a thing of me! They should know by now that Asher Donahue means nothing to me, and they’re my entire world.

But after the ...