Kyra stared at Ryker's text message at three in the morning because sleep was impossible when her world was falling apart, and the cryptic warning about someone from his past made her stomach twist into knots. She didn't want to care about Ryker's past or present or future, but the mate bond made ignoring him physically painful and her curiosity was eating her alive.
"Just text him back," Zara mumbled from the couch where she'd fallen asleep watching Kyra pace. "The suspense is killing both of us."
"I'm not texting him at three in the morning," Kyra said. "That makes me look desperate."
"You are desperate," Zara pointed out. "You've been staring at your phone for two hours."
Kyra threw a pillow at her sister and checked on Kade for the fifteenth time, finding him still peacefully aslee
