“I’ll be ready,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple. “No pressure, but just so we are. clear, I am not even going to try to pretend I’m not insanely jealous that Remy mated with you.”
I know now that t that this is no longer a matter of ‘if’; it’s a definite ‘when’. It’s an enormous leap, a lifelong commitment, but one I want to make. Not just because I have to be here for Jaxon’s, but because I can’t imagine not having Ryder in my life ever again. I can’t imagine not having him look at me like I hung the moon.
It’s not just Ryder either; it’s Parker, my sweet, patient Parker, who makes me feel secure. It’s Callen, witty and exciting, having me laughing one moment and setting my blood on fire the next. And Remy, who can no longer hide his true feelings from me. I feel his fierce protectiveness, his worry for me, his hope for our future.
Ryder leans back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Want to try something else?”
“What, like… more hearing?”
“No. Speed.” He jerks his chin toward the living room. “There’s a glass of water on the coffee table. Go get it.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s your big training exercise?”
“Trust me. But don’t just walk, focus on getting there fast. Picture yourself already holding it.”
I push my chair back, still skeptical, and pad toward the doorway. The second I think about
More Hewards? moving faster, it’s like a rush of warmth floods my veins. My muscles coll without my permission, and in seconds, I’m standing by the coffee table, my fingers wrapped around the glass.
I stare down at it, my mouth falling open. “Holy crap.”
Ryder’s deep laugh carries from the kitchen. “You should see your face right now.”
I walk back toward him, deliberately slow, setting the glass in front of him. “Okay… that was insane. I felt like my feet barely hit the floor.”
“That’s the point,” he says, his tone softening again. “When you need it, your body will just move. But if you practise, you’ll control it. You don’t need to rely on danger to push you.”
I glance down at my hands, still tingling. “So… I’m like… Superwoman and The Flash?”
Ryder smirks. “Exactly. My very own superhero. I bet you’re faster than all of
E now.
I’m still smiling when I see him shift in his seat, eyes narrowing slightly. Before I can ask why, his hand darts out, swiping for the glass in front of me. My fingers close around it before he even reaches halfway.
“What the…” I blink down at my hand, holding the glass like it’s glued there.
Ryder laughs, that deep rumble that always sends heat curling through me. “Reflexes. Faster than you thought, huh?”
“You could have just asked me to pass it,” I say, but I can’t keep the grin off my face.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He leans in, lowering his voice. “You’re more capable than you give yourself credit for, Paige. That bond didn’t just save your life; it gave you a way to protect yourself, to protect Jax. You’re amazing, and I think we’ve barely scratched the surface of what you can do.”
Something about the way he says it makes my chest tighten in the best way.
“Guess I’m just going to have to practise… maybe you can be my sparring partner. I could probably do with some defence skills if I’m going to be sticking around here,” I tease.
“Oh, I’ll be more than your sparring partner,” Ryder says with a sly smile, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “But for now… just know when you ask for that moment, when you ask for me, it’ll be exactly the way you deserve.”
I feel the moment Remy stops to rest. Despite the events of the night, he feels relaxed. I want to ask him when I will see him again. I don’t think I could handle it if he returns to avoiding me. Not now, not with this connection between us making me itch with a need to be near him.
“Can you teach me how to use the mind-link?” I ask.
Ryder’s eyes go from mine to the mark on my neck. “You might not be able to communicate that way; there’s no guarantee with thatcular skill.”
I frown. “But Remy spoke to me that way. I heard him as clearly as if he were speaking out loud.”
“Then let’s give it a shot, although Remy has a habit of blocking everyone out when he’s stressed,” he sighs.
“He’s not stressed, he’s calm, relaxed even,” I tell him with certainty.
“You have such a strong connection with him already. It’s a surprise considering you’ve barely spent time with him. Let me tell him what we’re about to try, because there’s no point in you trying to talk to a brick wall.”
Rye goes quiet for a moment before nodding, “Okay, let’s give this a shot.”
*Paige’s POV **
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The house falls quiet again after Ryder’s words. His gaze is steady on me, as though he is trying to memorise the exact shape of my face. I swallow, the weight of what we’d just talked about still sitting heavy in my chest.
“Alright,” he says softly, shifting in his seat. “Let’s try this mind-link. Just relax and focus.”
I nod, unsure how I can relax when I can already feel my pulse hammering. My palms go clammy as I close my eyes, trying to block out everything else, even Ryder’s steady presence at my side. I concentrate on the thread that tugs at me whenever I think of Remy.
He’s out there, not far, though I can’t tell exactly where. Still, there is a constant pull, like an invisible string twing us together, tugging at my chest.
“Remy?” I think the word, as clearly as if I am whispering it into the night. “Can you hear me?”
For a heartbeat, nothing happens. Just silence. Then, like a muffled echo, I felt a brush of something against my mind. A voice, so faint I almost think I’ve imagined it.
“Paige?”
My breath hitches. “Yes! It’s me.”
Something in him flares, sharp and startled, but then it’s gone. The silence that follows is so thick it makes my chest ache.
“Remy?”
Silence.
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