Chapter Seventy-Four
Blade’s pov
The world narrowed down to the space between Stone’s back and the silhouette of the woman I had sworn to protect. The lumberyard was a wall of noise—the deafening cracks of gunfire, the high-pitched whine of bullets hitting steel, and the desperate shouts of men caught in an ambush.
Stone was ten feet ahead of me, his shotgun booming, his back completely exposed to the Vulture line. He was the perfect target. All I had to do was nudge my aim a few inches to the left, take out the man who ran this club, and I’d be done. I’d be free to walk away, a hero to my uncle, a ghost in the wind.
But then I saw the movement in the flickering red light of the flares.
Skyler.
She had followed the crew. She was crouched behind a stack of rotting lumber, her rifle le
