Page 256 of Blackwood

He walks where I lead, down every dark road.

Tick… tick… like a bomb in his head.

Your brother is breathing, but better off dead.”

Nate whispers,“That’s not possible.”

“But enough about him. Let’s talk about you.

About the lies you wear and the games you do.

You let them touch you, pretend they belong.

But that’s not love, sweetheart. That’s playing along.

Lexie and Whitmore? So noble, so blind.

Thinking they’ve tamed what already is mine.

But wolves don’t keep angels. They break their wings.

And I’ve clipped enough to know these things.”

Lex snarls before the last word even fades. His mask is off now—literally, figuratively—jaw clenched, fury carved into every line of his face. “I’m gonna kill him,” he growls. “I don’t care who he is, I’ll tear him apart.”

Cade’s hands are shaking. He turns toward Knox’s booth and shouts into the comms. “Kill the feed! Knox, shut it off!”

“No signal override,” Knox responds, tight and tense. “I’ve fucking unplugged everything up here and it’s no use. He’s hijackedtheentire system.”

Lex’s eyes snap to the crowd, then to every balcony, every shadow. “Then where the fuck is he?”

“You screamed for them, now didn’t you, pet?

While Lexie bit and Whitmore sweat.

You arched for them, a perfect prize.

Did they see me in your hungry eyes?

You moaned so sweet, you begged so loud,

Pressed to the glass, so fucking proud.

But right before you fell apart,

You whispered my name. From the dark.

Every thrust they gave, I kept the score.

Every bruise, every cry, I wanted more.

They worship your body and kiss every scar.

But only I know who you really are.

This isn’t revenge. This is divine.

A holy reset. A sacred sign.