Chapter Fifty Four
Blade’s pov
The ride back to the compound felt like a descent into hell. Every time I hit a bump in the road, my nerves jumped, and I braced myself for the sound of sirens that weren't there. My clothes reeked of cheap gasoline and burning synthetic carpet. It was a smell that would likely haunt my dreams for years, but tonight, it was the smell of my own survival. I kept my speed steady, riding just fast enough to look like a man on a mission, but not fast enough to attract the attention of a late-night patrol.
My mind was a chaotic storm. I had just desecrated a grave and set an inferno to cover my tracks, all to save one man. If I had been caught, Stone wouldn’t have just killed me; he would have made sure my death was a slow, agonizing public spectacle. I thought
