-James-
I sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee. Since Lara had arrived, I hadn’t slept at all. I was too worried—too worked up about what had happened. I tried to ignore the urge to hunt down the b*stard who’d attacked her and the need to be with her, to ensure she was all right. That internal conflict was driving me insane.
But just then, Rider walked into the kitchen, clearly fresh from a run. He smiled at me and headed over to grab a glass of water.
“Trouble sleeping?” he asked, almost too cheerful about seeing me in this state.
Maybe he hoped I would cave, but I wouldn’t!
“I’m fine,” I lied, placing my mug on the kitchen island.
“Right, and my eyes aren’t yellow,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes and rubbed them, trying to clear the fatigue, but I didn’t succeed.
“How is she
