67 - Blaine.

Oak is sitting behind my desk when I barge in. He looks up, brow furrowed. "What's wrong, Bly?" He knows me well enough to know when something isn't right.

"Where is she?"

He shakes his head. "Where is who?"

"Azira."

His eyes narrow. "What is it to you?"

I bare my teeth, a growl rising from my throat. "Don't play games with me, Oak." I clench my fists, knowing that I'm on the edge of losing it. "Tell me where the fuck she is."

Three days now she hasn't replied to my texts or calls. I thought she was playing games since it was the weekend and she was probably busy with her friends, but when she didn't attend class today, I knew something was off.

His brow raises. "So the bullshit you gave me about her just being your student was a lie?"

"At the time, it wasn't."

"And now?"

"And now if you don't tell me where the fuck she is, I'll rip your goddamn head off." I've not felt so angry or out of control in a while. Her cell is disconnected, and she didn't meet me as arranged in my classroom.