Chapter Forty-Six
Blade’s POV
The ballroom was a labyrinth of leather, cigar smoke, and thinly veiled threats. Stone and Tessa were holding court in the center of the room, surrounded by a rotating circle of club presidents and lieutenants, while Jake stood nearby, his hand never straying far from his side. Skyler stayed glued to my side, her eyes darting around the room, reading the shifting alliances like a seasoned pro.
"Stay sharp," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the bass. "The guys from the Nomad charter are looking at us like we're fresh meat."
"Let them look," I said, my gaze sweeping the perimeter.
That was when I saw him.
Standing near the darkened corner by the service entrance was a man I hadn't expected to see: a high-ranking Viper scout I’d recognized from
