Chapter Seventy
Blade’s pov
The sound of her sob on the other side of the door cut through the silence like a jagged blade. It stayed with me long after her footsteps faded down the long, empty hallway. I stood there, frozen, with my forehead pressed against the hard wood, my fists clenched so tight that my nails dug deep into my palms. Every cruel word I had thrown at her played over and over in my head like a broken record. I don’t want you. You were just convenient. Go find someone else.
I had to say those things. I had to make it hurt enough that she would hate me and stay away for good. Lena’s cold warnings, Stone’s constant suspicion, Jake’s deadly threat—they all meant the same thing: getting close to Skyler was a death sentence. I was trying to save her life by killing her spiri
