Chapter Sixty-Nine
Blade’s pov
The party was still roaring behind me like a caged animal. The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the ground, and the sounds of drunken laughter and clinking glasses followed me all the way out into the cool night air. My head was throbbing—a mix of the cheap, burning whiskey I’d forced myself to drink and the crushing weight of Jake’s warning. I needed to get behind a locked door, away from the prying eyes of the club, before I did something completely insane. I was dangerously close to losing control, to walking right back into that clubhouse, dragging Skyler into a dark corner, and trying to f**k the hurt out of both of us.
I was only a few steps from my door when I heard the soft, familiar crunch of boots on gravel behind me.
“Blade.”
Her voice
