Ryder
Back at Keagan’s place, the tension is thick enough to choke on. Blaze is pacing the length of the living room like he’s trying to wear a hole in the carpet. Thorne’s perched on the arm of the couch, arms crossed, his jaw so tight it looks like it might snap. And me? I’m sprawled out in one of Keagan’s armchairs, pretending I’m a lot calmer than I actually feel.
Because, yeah, leaving Tori back there sucked. But storming in like idiots wasn’t the answer either. Even if I was the first one to get out of the car.
Blaze spins on his heel and points at me. “So what’s the plan, genius? You seemed pretty sure back there.”
“I mean, first step: get Marcus to talk. But, you know, since he hates your guts, that’s gonna be a you problem.”
Blaze glares at me, and for a second, I thi
