Ryder takes up the rear of the group. Clad in jeans and a gray hoodie. Completely expressionless, even as his blue eyes conduct a sweep of his surroundings. I can tell he’s entirely aware of everything going on around him. Not quite a live wire like his teammate, but always on the ready. “Gisele,” he drawls, nodding. Case narrows his eyes. “Don’t push it,” he warns Ryder.
