Max exhales slowly, dragging a hand through his hair before looking at me again.
“She’s not okay,” he says quietly.
I shift slightly, my fingers curling into the sheets, my body still restless, still too aware of everything, even through the exhaustion.
“I’m fine…” I mumble.
My voice comes out softer than I mean it to.
Max steps closer.
“No, baby,” he says gently. “You’re not.”
“I’m gonna sober you up,” he adds quietly, his hand coming to my waist.
Alex nods once, already moving.
“I’ll get her something to eat.”
Cassian follows him.
“I’ll help.”
The door closes behind them.
And the room feels smaller.
Quieter.
Just Max.
Ryker.
Enzo.
Francesco.
Watching.
Max turns back to me fully, his expression softer now.
“Come here,” he murmurs.
My head tips toward him.
My hand re
