** Paige’s POV **
I’m still shaking when Parker pulls me in closer, his arms wrapping around me and Jaxon. The blanket is warm, but it’s not doing much to stop the way I’m trembling. Jaxon’s little hands clutch my shirt, and he presses his damp cheek against my chest. I keep imagining him out there alone, so vulnerable, and it makes my stomach twist all over again.
The door creaks open behind us. I glance over Parker’s shoulder, expecting Ryder, but my breath catches instead.
It’s Remy.
He’s barefoot, shirtless, streaked with dirt and blood that isn’t all his. His chest rises and falls hard, like he’s been running for hours, and his eyes… they lock on me like I’m the only one in the room. There’s something strange there… heat, intensity, a magnetic pull I don’t fully understand.
It’s
