Jaxon
I’m staring at Rylan, watching him as he slowly starts to come around. He’s still groggy, looking like he got hit by a f*****g truck, but at least he’s breathing. Thank god for that. I run a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the tension that’s been clawing at me ever since I pulled up to Nina’s territory.
“Rylan,” I grunt, sitting beside him on the couch. “You good?”
He blinks a few times, his eyes flicking open and then squinting against the light. His hands twitch like he’s trying to move, but his body’s too weak for it. “What... happened?”
I watch him carefully, waiting for him to fully snap back. His eyes land on me, and I see the confusion there. “You’ve been out of it for a while, man,” I mutter. “How do you feel?”
He shifts a little, groaning as he tries to sit up
