Blake’s POV
A cool breeze brushes against my skin as Chase and I step away from the cottage. I glance over my shoulder once, half-expecting to hear Jacob crying or to see Dhalia rushing out to tell me something went wrong. But there’s nothing.
“Relax,” Chase says beside me, his tone calm but firm. “Jacob’s fine. He’s with Dhalia and Jax. You don’t have to worry.”
Easier said than done. My hands are already twitching at my sides, an ache building in my chest the farther we walk. “I know,” I mutter, my voice tight.
We make our way to the car in silence, the weight of everything sitting heavily between us. Chase slides into the driver’s seat while I settle in beside him, my fingers fidgeting in my lap.
“So,” Chase says after a long pause, glancing at me as he starts the engine. “Any idea
