Third person Pov:
Ryder had retreated to one of his father’s apartments, desperately trying to erase the ugly look on Bella’s face from his memory. She had been the one who understood his pain, and the moments he shared with her made it all seem to vanish, but now she was gone. The hurt was immeasurable, and he wanted it to stop. When he couldn’t stop thinking about the pain, he jerked up from bed and grabbed his keys.
He made his way to the elevator, and as soon as it slid open, he got in, resting his back against the wall. The moment it came to a halt, he walked out as fast as he could, got into his car, and zoomed off.
It was nighttime, and he was supposed to be asleep like any other teenager, but he was roaming the streets of the Frost Pack, seeking something to calm his mind. The c
