Chapter Eighty-Five
Blade’s pov
The party was so loud it felt like it was inside my head. The music was shaking the ground, and people were laughing and shouting all around me. It was a chaotic mess of beer bottles, cigarette smoke, and shouting. I moved through the crowd like I was invisible. I kept my head down, nodding at the other bikers when they clapped me on the back or tried to hand me a drink. I didn't want any beer. I didn't want to talk.
The small USB drive in my pocket felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. It was burning a hole in my jeans. It was proof of all the lies I had told, and I was getting ready to hand that proof over to the enemy. My brain felt like a storm was going on inside of it. Every time Silas looked at me, I felt like he could see right through my skin to
