** Paige’s POV **
Parker is already up, sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee in his hands. He looks up as I enter, his jaw tight, but his expression softens when he sees me.
“Did you sleep?” he asks.
“A little,” I say honestly, grabbing one of the mugs from the shelf. I pour myself a coffee and lean against the counter, suddenly unsure what I’m doing.
He watches me for a minute, then says, “Is Rye okay?”
I nod. “He’s still out cold. He needed it.”
“I’m glad he came to bed with you,” Parker says quietly. “You both needed that. Some kind of normalcy.”
I flinch at the word because normal feels like a fantasy right now.
“Is Remy…” I trail off, not sure what I want to ask. Is he mad? Did he leave? Is he still feeling the bond?
“He’s out running patrols. He needed to burn it off,”
