Chapter Sixty
Blade’s pov
The walk back to our clothes on the shore was a slow, heavy daze. The world had shifted, but the danger hadn't gone anywhere; if anything, it felt sharper, like a blade pressed against my back. As we pulled our clothes on in the cool air, neither of us said much. The words were too big for the small space between us. I watched Skyler buttoning her shirt, her movements slow and deliberate, and the sight of her made my chest ache with a mixture of adoration and pure, unadulterated dread.
I knew the reality was waiting for us at the compound. Dax was "leaving," but his absence would leave a vacuum, and I knew better than to think Stone would just let a top-tier enforcer vanish without asking questions. The lie was getting harder to maintain, and now, by letting Sk
