Jolie POV
I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see Ryder's face when he pinned Mara to the wall. The way his voice dropped to that dangerous whisper. The way everyone in that room looked at me like I was a bomb about to explode.
My room is small but clean, with a single bed and a dresser that Doc found somewhere. It smells like pine cleaner and motor oil, nothing like the lavender and honey scent of my old room back in Nightshade. But it's mine. The first space that's ever been just mine.
I slip out into the hallway in bare feet. The compound is quieter now, but I can still hear voices from downstairs. Music. The clink of bottles. Normal pack sounds that should be comforting but just make me feel more out of place.
Maybe I can make myself useful. That's what I do - find ways t
