Ryder POV
I watch Jolie eat the stew Doc made, her hands shaking so badly she can barely hold the spoon. She's trying to hide it, but I see everything when it comes to her.
"Stop staring." She doesn't look up from her bowl. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine." I sit down beside her on the log. "You look like you went ten rounds with Knox."
"Feels like it too." She manages a weak smile. "Elena doesn't believe in taking it easy."
Knox appears from the darkness beyond the firelight, materializing like a ghost. "Perimeter's secure. No signs of trouble yet."
"Yet." Doc stirs the pot of stew. "That's the word that keeps me up at night."
"Elena said a week." Jolie sets down her half-finished bowl. "That's enough time to prepare, right?"
"Depends on what we're preparing for." Knox drops down acr
