Blake’s POV
Blake paced across the dimly lit room, his chest tightening with every second that passed. The walls seemed to close in on him, suffocating him with the weight of his failure. Kaya had been missing for days, and the city felt like it was conspiring against him, swallowing any trace of her. He slammed his fist on the table, ignoring the sting in his knuckles. He had to keep it together. He had to find her.
Freya was sitting on the couch, staring at her phone, nervously tapping her fingers on the armrest. She hadn’t spoken for a while, but her silence spoke volumes. She was scared—terrified for Kaya, and even more so now that they both knew someone close might be involved. Blake didn’t know what to say to reassure her. Hell, he couldn’t even reassure himself.
“There’s got to b
