Chapter Seventy-Three
Blade’s pov
The morning air felt thin and sharp, like it was cutting into my lungs with every breath I took. I didn't sleep. I sat on my bunk in the dark for hours, staring at the dust motes dancing in the sliver of light from the hallway, my mind replaying the sound of Skyler’s voice calling me a coward.
She was right. I wasn't just a coward; I was a liar, a traitor, and a ghost in a leather cut.
I washed my face in the cold, rusted sink and tried to scrub the exhaustion away, but the dark circles under my eyes weren't going anywhere. I had a job to do. Stone expected me at the morning briefing, and if I showed up looking like a man whose world was falling apart, he’d smell the weakness on me.
I stepped out of my room and walked into the clubhouse. It was alread
