Chapter Sixty-Seven
Blade’s pov
The air behind the garage felt heavy and cold. I couldn't breathe. Lena didn't back away when I stood right in front of her. She didn't look scared at all. Instead, her smug, mocking smile got wider. She looked at me like a hunter looking at a trapped animal.
"Relax, Blade," she said, her voice smooth and calm. She crossed her arms over her chest, and her leather jacket creaked in the silence. "I was just doing you a favor. I needed to remind your little girl exactly where she stands. Or rather… I wanted to remind her that she doesn't stand anywhere near you."
I bit my lip so hard I almost tasted blood. I was so angry I wanted to hit something. "You had no right," I growled. My voice was low and shaky. "That wasn't the deal. You were here to pass a mess
