I feel like a walking zombie. My days are all the same. I train and look for information on Astrid or her father. We haven't found much on either end, though. Blake disappears as soon as we have a lead on him. The bastard has hidden for years, meaning he is good at this.
If it weren't for him... Astrid would have never left.
"Anything new?" Jacob asked, leaning against the doorframe of my room.
His blue eyes were shadowed with the same exhaustion I felt in my bones.
I tossed the latest useless report onto the growing pile: "Nothing solid. Another dead end. The guy is a f*****g rat. He knows how to hide."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my anger in check, but I couldn't anymore. "For f***s sake! We can teleport, he should be easy to catch!"
"You called him a rat; t
