Chapter Twenty-Five
Blade’s POV
The heat from the service road asphalt burned right through the soles of my boots, but I barely felt it. My skin was hot with sweat, and my heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Beside me, Skyler looked completely pale, her eyes wide and blank. She was staring down at her hands, which were shaking violently. I knew what she was thinking. She had just pulled the trigger. She had shot the Vice President to keep him from driving that hunting knife through my throat.
"Skyler, don't look back," I said, my voice sharp and loud to break her out of the shock. "We need a ride. Now."
Behind us, inside the scrap yard, the air filled with raw fury. The other Vultures were screaming, their loud shouts bouncing off the metal walls. They had found their
