Blake’s POV
The morning light seeped into Blake’s office, casting a dull glow over the stack of reports and files on his desk. But his mind was far from the words typed neatly on paper. Ever since Kaya had vanished, the house felt emptier, as if a part of him had been ripped away. And though he tried to keep his thoughts straight, a gnawing sense of foreboding plagued him.
Freya entered the room quietly, her eyes clouded with worry. She had been a constant presence since Kaya’s disappearance, supporting him as they searched for any hint, any sign. But even with all their resources, there was no lead, no trace. Blake knew his cousin wouldn’t leave without a fight. He clenched his jaw, fists curling as he thought of every scenario, every possibility. But one thought lingered persistently a
