Chapter Seventy-Five
Blade’s pov
The ride back to the compound was a blur of cold wind and flashing taillights. My body moved on autopilot, leaning into the curves with practiced precision, but my mind was a fractured mess. I had played the role of the devoted soldier to perfection, and in doing so, I had forged the final link in the chain that bound me to Stone. He trusted me now—not just with his life, but with the future of the Reaper charter.
But as we pulled into the compound and the engines cut out, the silence that followed felt like a tomb.
Stone dismounted and walked straight toward the chapel, signaling for the senior officers to follow. He stopped, turned back to me, and held up a hand. "Not you, Blade. I need a word in private. My office. Now."
My stomach dropped, but I ke
