CHAPTER 16
ISABELLE
I’m pushing myself off the bed when he says it, and it makes me pause with my bare feet on the carpet and the comforter wrapped over me. Bubba’s not dead? Is he in denial? Maybe he had a psychotic break after killing the rest of his friends.
Rooster c***s his head. “I assure ye, he is, bruther. Bubba’s dead as a doornail with a drawing of a kite on the wall. Painted in his blood. And you’re the only one who calls our Isabelle ‘Kite,’ eh?”
Blade’s brow wrinkles, his jaw drops—utter shock. It’s a look I’ve never seen on his face before. Blade is a man who prides himself on being a step ahead. He researches meticulously, stakes things out, prepares himself for every contingency—it’s why he was such a great partner in crime.
“You’re f*****g with me.” He snorts. “I went
