Jaxon’s POV
The weight in the house was unbearable. Ever since Ryder stormed off, the tension between all of us had been thick enough to choke on. I hated it. I hated feeling like we were slowly unraveling, like everything that held us together was being tested because of her.
Not that it was her fault. How could it be? None of us had chosen this bond. And yet, here we were, caught in the madness of it all.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and headed to Ryder’s room. His door was still closed, but the faint sound of his restless pacing reached me before I knocked.
“Ryder,” I called out, rapping my knuckles against the door.
No answer.
“Come on, man. Open up. It’s just me.”
After a long pause, the door creaked open. Ryder stood there, his face drawn, his eyes
