AVERY’S POV:
I remember the moment vividly—the hazy recollection of awakening from my sleep. I scrambled up, searching for familiar faces. Axel and Devon were gone. Ryan lay still on the bed.
I went to him, checking on his vitals but just as I finished and turned to leave, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, halting me in my tracks. I froze, my heart fluttering with surprise and uncertainty.
“Thank you for saving my life,” Ryan low, trembling voice murmured. He held me gently for a few long seconds. I knew it was likely the residual effects of anesthesia making him act uncharacteristically affectionate, so I didn’t move.
Ryan’s pride wouldn’t allow gratitude, especially not in a moment like this. Ryan would rather bite the bullet than say thank you. Pride wouldn’t let him show wea
