Chapter 113

• Jacob’s POV
• I paced back and forth in Ian’s living room, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles were turning white. Every minute that passed without hearing from Jenny was like a knife twisting deeper into my gut. She was supposed to have been here hours ago, and something inside me was screaming that something wasn’t right.
• “Jacob, calm down,” Ian said, though his voice was tight with his own worry. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but I could tell he was just as on edge as I was. “We’ll find her.”