Blake's POV
I stumbled through my apartment door at four in the morning, soaked to the bone and shaking from more than just the cold. My clothes dripped muddy water onto the marble floor, but I didn't care. Nothing mattered except the hollow ache in my chest where certainty used to live.
She was gone.
I'd spent hours combing through that forest, following every footprint, every broken branch, every possible path she might have taken. My voice was raw from calling her name into the storm. My hands were cut and bleeding from pushing through thorns and debris. But I'd found nothing except that burned-out shell of our car and the lingering smell of gasoline.
Someone had been watching us.
I peeled off my soaked shirt and threw it aside, my reflection catching in the darkened windows. Wild-
