Chapter Forty-Seven
Blade’s POV
I stood in the dim, cramped storage room, the flickering light casting long, skeletal shadows across my uncle’s face. My jaw throbbed with a dull, rhythmic ache from the punch he’d landed, but I didn't let the pain show. I let it harden me. I let it feed the lie.
I stepped into his space, dropping my voice until it was a low, guttural rasp that echoed off the concrete walls.
"You think I’ve forgotten?" I asked, my voice dripping with icy contempt. "You think I’ve spent months living in that hellhole, sleeping with one eye open and eating the dust of that bastard's compound, just to play house? You’ve been watching the reports, but you aren't looking closely enough."
My uncle narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening. "Then enlighten me. Because from whe
