Chapter Sixty-One
Blade’s pov
The air in the clubhouse had become so thin and sharp that I could barely draw a single breath. Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to run, but running would only confirm Stone’s suspicions. I stood rooted to the porch, feeling the weight of Stone’s cold, analytical gaze stripping away my defenses layer by layer. I had seconds to decide how to play this: I could lie and risk him having more evidence hidden up his sleeve, or I could pivot to an entirely new, more dangerous layer of the game. I chose the pivot.
I took a deliberate step toward him, forcing my body language to remain casual and unimpressed, even as my heart hammered a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs. I lowered my voice to a cold, conspiratorial tone that matched his own perfect
