Blakey’s POV
I am practically jogging to keep up with Jake’s long stride as we go into the woods behind the packhouse, following the same path that I followed to go to the small clearing nearby.
We say nothing to each other as we follow the path, and the tension feels just as thick as earlier and I am trying to think of something, anything, to say.
We enter the clearing and Jake stops, turning towards me.
“Okay, let’s see what you can do.”
I stare at him.
“I can’t just do something.”
He lifts his eyebrows at me.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know how to control it. It just sort of…happens.”
“You just said you tried to shove the bed, and you did.”
I flex my fingers nervously.
“Well, that was different.”
“How so?” Jake crosses his arms across his chest.
I sigh in frustration and pa
