"Patch his absolute favourite stuffie, Isaac." The way Blake said it, there was warning layered within his words, as though warning Isaac to laugh. I didn't think he would. A deep frown had taken hold of his face and he suddenly seemed tormented by his own thoughts. "Feel very honoured that he extended that offer."

"Thanks. Ozzy, but I think I'll be fine. I'm just gonna step outside for some air."

He bolted towards the door, almost tripping. Oz looked concerned, ready to scamper after him, but Blake shook his head.

"Let him have a breather, baby boy," Blake muttered to him. Oz looked torn, but nodded.

"I'll go and...