CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“I DON’T SUPPOSE THERE’S any chance you would believe that I didn’t come here to destroy your saddle while you were all gone to Bliss’s birthday party?” I asked, which was pretty amazing, considering my brain had frozen up at the sight of him, more or less leaving my mouth on its own.
Butcher pushed past the silent Walker into the tent, instantly reducing the available space by approximately 25 percent. “That’s a little difficult when you’re holding a dagger and a bit of saddle. I’m ashamed to admit that when I suggested making everyone think we’d left in order to catch the saboteur, I never thought it would be you. I think it’s better if you leave, Pepper.”
I looked from Butcher to the others as they crowded in the doorway of the tent. A couple of them looked away, una
