Nicky's POV
"Morning," Sarah says as I walk into the kitchen the next morning.
"Morning," I reply as I take a seat at the counter. "Ryder come down yet?" I ask her.
She nods as she pours a cup of coffee and slides it across the counter to me. Her hands wrap around her own cup and she lifts it up. "He left about twenty minutes ago. Said he had some things he needed to take care of." Her lips twitch and she takes a sip of her coffee. "He said if I did anything to help you run off, he'd hunt me down and kill me in the most brutal way possible. He also told me to tell you that if you run off, he'll actually shoot you the next time he catches up to you."
I shake my head and then wince, pressing my fingers into my forehead.
"You still have a headache?" When I nod, she points to the cabinet
