JAKE'S POV

I hit the steering wheel for the 42nd time again, frustrated at the unhealthy time I had spent In the traffic. After Claire had called me, telling me to make my way home that she had found Nicholas, I had been stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic for what felt like an eternity, the honking horns and endless sea of cars making my blood boil.

Claire’s texts had been blowing up my phone the entire time.

**Where are you?**

**Too late, he's back already!**

**Dinner’s starting soon.**

**He seems too eager for you to arrive**

**What's going on?**

I groaned, running a hand through my hair as her endless messages...