Meghan’s P.O.V.
I gripped the remote tightly, my fingers white-knuckled with tension, flipping through news channels in the desperate hope of hearing or seeing something—anything—about Blade. I could practically see Blade’s smug grin, him telling me to ‘be fine and don’t worry’… But how could I not in these circumstances?
Jenna had left me in the living room to rest while she had gone into the kitchen to make some more tea, but rest was impossible. My mind ran wild with worst-case scenarios as I hugged my knees to my chest. The news stations all reported the same thing: the wildfire was spreading faster than anyone had anticipated, consuming everything in its path.
Where the hell was Blade?
I leaned forward, my heart thundering as I caught a glimpse of a familiar fire station emblem on
