Chapter Fifty-Three
Blade’s pov
I stood in the darkness behind the rundown motel, the flickering neon sign buzzing like a trapped insect above my head. The air smelled of gasoline and old cigarette butts. My heart was a heavy, rhythmic thud against my ribs, and my hands were sweating inside my leather gloves. I had the kill order in my pocket, printed on a sheet of paper that felt like a death warrant. But I wasn't going to murder my own blood. Marcus was the only one on the inside who knew who I really was. I had to perform a magic trick—a disappearing act that would save his life and keep my cover intact.
I knocked on the door of room 104. It was a heavy, hollow sound. Marcus opened it a c***k, his eyes darting frantically to the dark street before he pulled me inside and locked the d
