Chapter Fourteen.
Ramon’s POV.
My back ached from leaning against the tree for hours just staring at the dim light in Mason’s cabin through the window.
My clothes were soaked through, my cigarette pack was empty but I hadn’t moved, I couldn’t. Every time I thought about walking away, I saw her face— pale, bleeding and barely breathing.
So I stayed, watching the door like a hawk without even blinking.
When Mason raised the alarm that she was missing, I’d never been that scared in my life, not in any fight, not against any rogue.
I tried to move closer, hoping to get one glimpse of her, to be sure she was fine.
I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and let out a deep breath I didn’t know I’d been holding until I saw her blurry frame on the bed.
Muffled voices were coming from
