Jolie POV
I woke up in Ryder's bed. Again. This was becoming a pattern.
The room was dark except for a single lamp. Ryder sat in the chair beside the bed, his head in his hands. He looked exhausted, his shirt still missing from earlier, dried blood streaking his chest.
"Hey," I croaked.
His head snapped up. In two steps he was beside me, his hand on my face. "You scared the hell out of me."
"What happened?" My mouth tasted bitter. Every muscle ached like I'd run a marathon.
"You healed Knox." His thumb traced my cheekbone. "Completely. The silver poisoning, the wound, everything. Then you collapsed."
Memory flooded back. The light. Knox's scream. The feeling of power draining out of me like water through a broken dam.
"Is he okay?" I asked.
"He's fine. Better than fine. You saved
