Chapter Twenty-Two
Blade’s POV
The hum of the motel bathroom fan was the only sound cutting through the agonizing silence of the room. I sat on the edge of the mattress, my eyes fixed on the locked door, the memory of Skyler’s shattered expression burning behind my eyelids.
I wanted to knock. I wanted to tell her something—anything—to take that look out of her eyes. But the burner phone on the nightstand buzzed, its sudden, violent vibration shattering the quiet.
The screen flashed a single, unregistered number. My chest tightened.
I picked it up, sliding my thumb across the glass. "Speak."
"I assume you're both still breathing," Stone Callahan’s deep, gravelly voice boomed through the receiver. Even over a cheap speaker, the sheer authority of the man made the hairs on my arms stand
