Ryder’s POV
Struggling in my arms, Sumy twisted and kicked, trying to get free, her body trembling like she’d been dragged out of a frozen lake.
“Let me down!” she rasped, her voice broken between anger and weakness.
I tightened my hold, refusing to let her fall. “Stop fighting me, Sumy,” I muttered, feeling her heartbeat pounding against my chest. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Her body was burning hot, her skin slick with sweat, yet she shivered like she was cold.
I placed her carefully in the backseat of the car, and she immediately turned her face to the window, refusing to look at me. Rhett slid into the driver’s seat. Ronan stayed behind to watch the kids.
The car fell into thick silence. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the faint, broken breathing coming from Sumy. He
