Chapter 42

• The next morning, the heavy tranquillity of the cabin was shattered by a low, vibrating growl from deep within Ryder’s chest.
• I blinked awake, still sandwiched securely between the two of them. The early light was just beginning to paint the frosted windowpanes in pale gold, but the atmosphere in the room had shifted instantly from sleepy intimacy to razor-sharp alert.
• Footsteps were crunching up the gravel driveway. Heavy, powerful, and entirely uninvited.