Blake’s POV
Blake had always trusted his instincts, and for years, they’d never let him down. But this time, the murkiness of it all gnawed at him. It wasn’t just about finding out who was behind the torment that Kaya had been put through—it was about protecting her, saving her before something irreparable happened. He had to be right, but the more he dug, the more confused he became.
The office felt suffocating as Blake leaned over his desk, the faint sound of the city humming through the open window. His eyes traced the lines of the investigation notes he’d made—each thread leading to a dead end. Every time he thought he had a clue that pointed to Tristan, something didn’t sit right. The clues were too convenient, almost planted.
Blake slammed his hand down on the desk, rattling the c
