Blake's POV

The car slowed as the road narrowed, gravel crunching beneath the tires until we finally stopped in front of a quiet lodge hidden by trees.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

This was the place Harry had chosen. Remote. Safe. Far from questions and eyes and the danger circling too close for comfort. The kind of place meant for hiding. Or healing. Or breaking completely.

I got out first, my movements stiff. My body felt wrong. Not injured. Not weak. Just unfamiliar. Like it no longer ...