Never Alone

Every time Ryker saw Sloane, he always wore the brightest, sunniest smile. This time was no exception. "Sloane..." Ryker called out.

Ryker hurried forward, his smile fading as he took in Sloane's disheveled appearance鈥攑ale face, swollen cheeks, messy hair, and torn clothes. 'She's been through hell,' he thought, stopping abruptly.

Even after hearing everything over the phone, Ryker didn't expect