Chapter 212
Alistair nodded once and carried Arthur out.
Skye turned to Petunia. She walked over to a Ming standing on a pedestala v Petunia had always prized above everything else.
Skyw picked it up. It w
“You let your son chain his own uncle to a pipe?” Skyw asked softly.
“We needed the money!” Petunia sobbed. “The account www.fran! We had nowhere to go”
“You had a choice,” Sky said.
She raised the vas. Victor cowered on the floor.
“Please!” Victor begged. “Don’t”
Skyw looked at the vase, then at Victor’s terrified face. She realized the vow was worth more than his life.
She turned and shed the vase into the mirror behind Petunia.
The crash was explosive. Glass rained down on Petunia, who shrieked and covered her head.
“Get out,” Skye whispered. “Before I decide to use the next one on your skull.”
The sound of the shattering mirror seemed to hang in the air, a sharp punctuation mark to the violence of the night. Skyw stood amid the shards, her chest heaving, the adrenaline crash leaving her day.
Alistair re-entered the house. He was drenched, his shirt smeared with mud and Arthur’s blood. He walked straight to Skyw and grabbed her wrist, checking for cats.
“Don’t get your hands dirty on trash,” he said, his voice low and intimate amid the chace. “The police are five minutes cut. We need to go.”
“I’m not leaving until they’re in cuffs,” Skye said, staring at Victor.
Suddenly, tires screeched in the driveway. A car engine roared, followed by the sound of a vehicle slamming into the back of Alistair’s SUV.
“What the hell?” Alistair turned.
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“Bad” Felix’s voice crackled over the radio. “We have a breacht Someone just rammed the blockade! It’s a stolen ambulanc Liam Kensington burst through the open front door
He looked like a revenant. He was soaked, his clothes torn, his arm in a sling, his face ask of dried blood and fresh rain. He was still wearing a hospital gown tucked into stolen trousers, a testament to his escape during the trader.
“He escaped the paramedics,” Alistair growled, positioning himself between Skye and the door. “Vane must have paid off the driver.”
He saw Victor on the floor.
A roar ripped from Liam’s throat. It wasn’t human. It was the sound of a man who had lost everything and found a target for his pain.
“You touched her!” Liam screamed.
He charged. He didn’t see the guards. He didn’t see Alistair. He only saw Victor.
He kicked Victor in the ribs with a sickening crunch.
Victor howled, curling into a hall. “Liam! Stop! I’m sorry!”
“You drugged her!” Liam kicked him again. He stumbled, his balance compromised by his own injuries, but he regained his footing with manic desperation. “You put her in my bed like a whore! She is my wife”