Chapter 112

Avery

The third morning at the dispensary dawned cold and still. I woke with a vague sense of unease, the kind that settled low in my belly and refused to be shaken off. Through the bond, I could feel Ryker stirring awake miles away—a distant warmth that steadied my breath even as worry gnawed at the edges of my thoughts.

By the time I'd dressed and made my way to the main hall, Dr. Hawthorne's