***BLAKE***

He stood in front of me like he was in control of the whole world — calm, bored, untouched by the blood on the ground beside us. My gammas. My men. Torn apart like nothing.

Derrick wiped his hand with an handkerchief he brought out of his pocket, eyes lifting to mine.

“Blake,” he said, voice flat, “I need you to understand something.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My jaw was still tight from the way he’d ripped through the last gamma like the man was made of ...