Chapter Fifty-Seven
Blade’s pov
The air in the hallway was thick with the scent of Dax’s stale whiskey and the metallic tang of fear. I was pinned against the wall, my pulse hammering in my throat like a trapped bird. Dax held the photo like a winning lottery ticket, his eyes gleaming with the kind of cruel satisfaction that only comes from destroying a rival. He had me, and he knew it. He didn't just want me dead; he wanted me humiliated, broken, and erased from Stone’s good graces before the final blow was dealt.
"Well?" Dax sneered, his grip tightening on my shoulder. "Are you going to walk to the office, or do I have to drag you there by your hair? I think Stone would get a real kick out of seeing his 'favorite' weeping for his life."
I didn't answer. My brain was firing at a milli
