Chapter 121
Chapter 121:
“Pick up,” he whispered. “Just pick up so I know where you are p>
In a sports car speeding down the coastal highway, Skye’s phone rang.
Skye was slumped in the passenger seat, gasping for air. Her chest ached. Her skin burned from the makeup removal.
“Don’t answer it,” she wheezed. “My voice… I can’t p>
Ethan Vance, who was driving like a maniac, glanced at the phone lighting up the dashboard.
“It’s an unknown number,” Ethan said. “Probably him. If we don’t pick up, he’ll keep hunting p>
Ethan grabbed the phone.
“Ethan, no!” Skye reached for it, but she was too slow.
Ethan swiped to answer and put it on speaker.
“What do you want, Kensington?” Ethan said, his voice casual but loud over the roar of the engine.
On the other end of the line, Liam froze. The sound of Ethan Vance’s voice was like a bucket of ice water.
“Why do you have Skye’s phone?” Liam demanded, his voice tight.
“She’s… preoccupied,” Ethan lied smoothly. “We’re celebrating my birthday. You know how it is p>
Liam’s grip on the phone tightened until the plastic creaked. He remembered. Today was October 15th. Ethan’s birthday. He had seen it on social media.
“Put her on,” Liam said.
“Can’t,” Ethan said. “She’s in the shower. We’re at the… private suite. Don’t call again, Liam. Let her go p>
He hung up and tossed the phone into Skye’s lap.
“You just told him we’re at a suite,” Skye said, panic rising in her chest. “He’s going to check every hotel in the city. Or worse, he’ll assume we’re at the Vance Estate because that’s where your party was supposed to be p>
“Exactly,” Ethan grinned, downshifting as they took a sharp curve. “He’s going to drive to the Estate. Which gives us exactly twenty minutes to beat him there, get you in a robe, and make it look like you’ve been relaxing all night p>
𝖳𝗵i𝘴 co𝗻t𝖾𝘯t i𝘀 𝘢u𝘵h𝘦𝗻tіc f𝗋𝘰𝗺 𝗯𝘦𝗹𝘯𝗼𝘷e𝗅ѕ.𝘤𝗈m
Skye looked at the speedometer. They were doing ninety.
“Drive faster,” she said.
Back at the gala, Liam stood in the empty changing room. He slowly lowered the phone.
The image of Skye—his Skye—in a shower with Ethan Vance. The thought was a physical violation. It burned through his suspicion about Morgan like acid.
He forgot about the suit on the floor. He forgot about the wig.
Rage, pure and toxic, flooded his veins.
“She belongs to me,” Liam whispered.
He stormed out of the room, his limp pronounced but ignored, grabbing Secretary Lee by the collar as he passed in the hallway.
“Get the car,” Liam ordered.
“Sir? The gala isn’t over p>