Chapter Twenty-One
Skyler’s POV
The kiss tasted like a death sentence, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
Blade’s hands were tight on my waist, pulling me so flush against him that I could feel the frantic, heavy thud of his heart matching my own. In the suffocating darkness of that storage closet, surrounded by the smell of old leather, motor oil, and the terrifying promise of what the Vultures would do to us if they opened that door, he was the only thing keeping me grounded.
And the most messed-up part? He was the biggest mystery of all.
I poured every ounce of my frustration, my fear, and my twisted, undeniable attraction to him into that kiss. I wanted to break through that icy, calculated shell of his. I wanted to force a genuine reaction out of him, to make him feel the same
