CHAPTER 12
How long has he been waiting here in this little room? It’s disconcerting, not only that he snuck in here where I couldn’t see him, not only that I missed it, but that he knew I’d show up… alone.
“Where are they?” Blade’s voice is exactly as I remember it, low and syrupy in the way of a lounge singer. It was never a voice that fit him. Even now, it’s surprising, the richness directly at odds with the sharpness of the knife in his hand.
His eyes narrow. He’s still waiting for an answer. He wants to know where the guys are so he can circumvent them. Why hasn’t he killed me yet? But I think I know: my contingency plan. He’ll draw my death out until he gets what’s his—he wants what I stole from him, and that’s nothing so fluffy as “his heart.”
“They’re watching.” Which is true;
