** Paige’s POV **
The house falls quiet again after Ryder’s words. His gaze is steady on me, as though he is trying to memorise the exact shape of my face. I swallow, the weight of what we’d just talked about still sitting heavy in my chest.
“Alright,” he says softly, shifting in his seat. “Let’s try this mind-link. Just relax and focus.”
I nod, unsure how I can relax when I can already feel my pulse hammering. My palms go clammy as I close my eyes, trying to block out everything else, even Ryder’s steady presence at my side. I concentrate on the thread that tugs at me whenever I think of Remy.
He’s out there, not far, though I can’t tell exactly where. Still, there is a constant pull, like an invisible string tying us together, tugging at my chest.
“Remy?” I think the word, as clearl
