Chapter 200
Chapter 200:
“It’s a trap,” Skye said, realizing her mistake instantly. She reached for her phone to signal the team.
Victor was faster. He slammed a cloth over her mouth and nose. It smelled chemical-sweet.
Ether.
Skye struggled, clawing at his face. She kicked his shin, but her heels slipped on the carpet. The fumes filled her lungs. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled.
“Goodnight, princess,” Victor whispered.
The world went black.
“Is she out?” Petunia asked, putting out her cigarette.
“Out cold,” Victor said, dumping Skye’s limp body onto the floor.
“Grab her bag. Delete the files p>
“What about her?” Arthur mumbled groggily from the bed, barely conscious.
“We don’t have to kill her,” Petunia smiled cruelly. “We just have to ruin her. If she’s caught in a scandal… a sordid affair… the moral clause in the Sterling acquisition contract kicks in. She loses the company. We get it back p>
“Room 1209,” Victor said, holding up a key card. “I swiped it from the front desk. Liam is staying there. Beatrice locked him out of the manor after his little stunt at the gate. He’s drunk out of his mind p>
They picked up Skye. Victor threw her over his shoulder. They checked the hallway. Empty. They slipped into room 1209.
It was dark. The smell of whiskey was heavy in the air. Liam was passed out on the sofa, fully clothed, a bottle of scotch on the floor.
Victor dumped Skye onto the bed. He ripped the strap of her velvet dress, exposing her shoulder. He messed up her hair.
“Perfect,” Petunia whispered. “The grieving ex-husband and the regretful wife. A drunken reconciliation p>
They cranked up the thermostat to eighty degrees and slipped out.
𝘍𝗂𝗇𝖽 yо𝘶𝗋 𝘧a𝗏𝗼𝗿i𝗍𝘦 𝗀eո𝘳𝘦 о𝗻 𝘣𝖾𝗅ոо𝘃𝖾𝘭ѕ.cо𝗺
Liam woke up sweating. It was stiflingly hot. His head was pounding.
He sat up, groaning. He blinked, trying to focus.
There was someone in his bed.
A woman. In a black dress.
“Seraphina?” he mumbled, confused. “I told you to leave p>
He stood up, swaying. He walked to the bed.
The woman turned her head. Dark hair. Pale skin.
“Skye p>
Liam’s heart hammered against his ribs. Was he dreaming? Had she come back to him?
“Skye?” he whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek. Her skin was hot.
She moaned, shifting in her sleep. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through Liam. He was drunk, desperate, and lonely.
“You came back,” he said, a smile breaking across his face. “I knew you would p>
He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her. He buried his face in her neck, kissing the soft skin. “I missed you. I love you p>
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