Chapter Forty-Three
Blade’s POV
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged rhythm of our breathing and the distant, muffled hum of the compound’s generators. The adrenaline that had fueled our collision was slowly cooling, leaving behind a raw, stinging reality.
I was leaning over her, my palms braced against the workbench on either side of her hips, staring down at her in the dim, filtered moonlight bleeding through the high garage windows. Skyler’s hair was a tangled mess, her lips swollen, and there was a dark, dazed look in her eyes that made my gut turn.
She looked entirely, completely shattered—and utterly mine.
Skyler reached up, her fingers tracing the jagged line of the scar on my shoulder, her touch light as a feather. She didn't look like the hardened Ca
