Ryder’s POV
The tension in the house had been unbearable for days, and it was only getting worse. I couldn’t even step into a room without Jaxon’s glare burning a hole through me. Caden was barely speaking to anyone, lost in his thoughts and sulking in the shadows.
This curse wasn’t just destroying Amara—it was tearing us apart.
I was sitting in the study, nursing a glass of whiskey and staring blankly at the fireplace when the door slammed open. Jaxon stormed in, his face flushed with anger.
“You’re a real piece of work, Ryder,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What now, Jaxon?”
“You don’t even care, do you?” he snarled, stepping closer. “You’re the reason she left. You’re the reason everything is falling apart!”
I stood, set
