Chapter Forty-Eight
Blade’s POV
I slid back into the crowd like a shadow, the encrypted drive burning a hole in my pocket. Skyler reached me in three long strides, her fingers curling tightly around my bicep. Her gaze was sharp, searching my face with a terrifying intensity.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispered, her thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where my uncle’s fist had split the skin. “Who was it? What happened back there?”
“Nothing,” I grunted, shrugging her off with a calculated coldness. “Just a guy who didn't like the look of my patch. I handled it.”
Her brow furrowed, but before she could press me further, the room’s energy shifted again. A heavy, commanding hush rippled through the crowd, radiating outward from the center of the ballroom.
Stone had taken the stage.
He di
