Chapter 137

** Paige’s POV ** I wake to the sound of footsteps. Heavy, quick, and urgent. For a moment I think I’m dreaming it, but then I hear the whisper of voices from downstairs. They’re low and serious, definitely not the usual morning chatter. My stomach tightens. Something’s wrong. Sliding out of bed, I grab Ryder’s hoodie from the chair and pull it over my head, padding barefoot to the landing. The air feels charged, the way it does before a storm. Down below, I catch parts of their conversation. “…in the water,” someone says. “Jake’s already been called.” The words send a chill through me. By the time I make it to the kitchen, Ryder’s standing by the counter, shirtless, his shoulders rigid. Callen’s pacing. Remy leans against the doorframe leading to the porch, his hair damp, a towel around his neck, and Parker’s brewing coffee. All four turn to face me. Ryder’s expression softens instantly, but there’s no hiding the strain in his eyes. “You should’ve stayed upstairs, angel. It’s still ea