Chapter Twelve
Blade’s pov
The phone line crackled again, the suffocating quiet of the back lot pressing hard against my ribs. When my uncle’s voice cut back through the receiver, it was low, flat, and entirely devoid of mercy.
“If you don’t make a move soon, Blade, the Vipers are gonna handle it themselves. You’ve been undercover in that rat nest too long. Word on the street is you’re getting real comfortable over there playing house with the Reapers. People are starting to say you’ve gone soft. That you’re wearing their patch for real now.”
I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, my knuckles turning white as I stepped deeper into the black shadows where the faint amber glow of the porch lights couldn't reach.
“I’m handling it,” I growled quietly into the mic, my voice lethal. “I sav
