Chapter Twenty-Nine
Blade’s POV
I didn’t go back to the party.
The whiskey in my glass tasted like toxic waste, so I threw it into the dirt and walked straight into the dark garage. The vast, pitch-black metal building was the only place that matched the ugly, violent storm tearing my chest apart. I didn't turn on a single light. I just sat on the edge of a heavy tool chest in the shadows, my knuckles white as I gripped the cold steel, waiting.
I knew she would come. Her pride was too raw for her to sleep after what happened in Stone's office.
Ten minutes later, the heavy metal side door clicked open.
The moonlight cut a sharp silver blade across the concrete floor as Skyler stepped inside. She didn't touch the light switch either. She marched straight toward my corner, her boots sla
