Chapter Thirty-Four
Blade’s POV
The dust from the highway had barely settled in my lungs before the word came down. I was in the main garage, carefully re-stitching the torn skin over my collarbone with a curved needle and fishing line, when a prospect ran in, breathless, telling me I was expected at the main house.
Tessa Callahan had called for me.
Stone’s wife, and Skyler’s mother, was a phantom in the compound. She spent most of her time hidden away in the massive, two-story house at the center of the perimeter, largely detached from the brutal day-to-day operations of the club. But her word inside that house was law.
When I reached the back porch, Tessa was waiting. She was a striking woman, her sharp, dark eyes exactly like Skyler’s, though her face carried the elegant, hardened
