Chapter Thirty
Blade’s POV
The harsh, unfiltered morning light cut through the cracked window of my small bunkhouse room like a laser beam. I woke up all at once, my heart instantly pounding a hard, defensive rhythm against my ribs before my eyes even opened. Years of looking over my shoulder didn't allow for a slow awakening.
My right arm was completely numb.
I looked down, the freezing reality of the morning instantly crashing through the warm, heavy fog of sleep. Skyler was curled tightly against my side, her head resting right on my chest. In the gray dawn, she looked entirely different than she did during the day. The fierce, untouchable Callahan mask was gone, replaced by the soft, exhausted lines of a girl who had spent the night fighting her own demons alongside mine.
She was
