** Paige’s POV **
The knock on the door is urgent. I’m already on my feet before it comes a second time, with my heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.
I peek through the spy hole and then wrench the door open to find Parker standing there, dried blood crusted down one side of his face.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, reaching out to touch his face without thinking. “Are you okay?”
Parker closes his eyes at my touch and nods, cupping his hand over mine.
“The others?” I ask, afraid to hear his answer.
“They’re okay,” Parker says quickly, his voice low. “Callen’s in a bad way, but alive.”
My knees almost give out. Parker’s hands land on my hips to steady me and I grip the doorframe to stay upright, the wave of relief crashing over me so fast it makes my eyes sting.
“Come on,” he ur
