Chapter 66
Chapter 66:
Outside, the night was dark and windy.
Seraphina was thrown out of the front entrance. She stumbled, skinning her knees on the pavement. The valet threw her keys at her.
“Get your piece of junk out of the driveway,” the valet sneered.
Seraphina scrambled into her rental car—a cheap, compact sedan. She was blinded by tears of rage. She couldn’t see. She could only hear Skye’s voice.
The tax write-off.
She started the engine. She slammed her foot on the gas. She peeled out of the hotel driveway, screeching onto the winding cliffside road.
Her phone rang. It was Liam.
“Sera?” Liam’s voice was frantic. “I heard about Zheng. Is it true p>
“It’s her fault!” Seraphina screamed into the phone, clutching the steering wheel with one hand. “Skye! She ruined everything! I hate her! I wish she was dead p>
“Sera, calm down, you’re driving too fast p>
A shadow leaped from the brush. A deer.
Seraphina jerked the wheel.
At sixty miles per hour on a wet cliff road, physics was unforgiving. The car spun. The tires lost traction. The car smashed through the flimsy wooden guardrail.
“Sera!” Liam shouted.
The car didn’t fly into the ocean—it wasn’t a movie. It slid down the steep, rocky embankment, metal screaming as it tore against the granite. It rolled once, twice, before slamming violently into a massive oak tree growing out of the slope.
CRASH.
Silence followed.
“Seraphina!” Liam screamed into the phone. “Seraphina p>
Back at the party, Skye dropped her champagne glass. It shattered on the floor. She felt a sudden, violent chill run down her spine.
Stо𝗿𝗂e𝘀 𝗍𝗵𝘢t 𝗐𝗶𝗅𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝗼𝗸 𝗒𝗼u 𝗈𝗻 𝘣𝖾.сo𝗺
“Someone just walked over my grave,” she whispered.
Alistair looked at her. “Or dug their own p>
The smell of antiseptic was sharp enough to burn nose hairs.
Liam Kensington stood in the hallway of Sea City General, looking like a man who had been dragged backward through a hedge. His tie was gone, his shirt unbuttoned.
“She’s lucky,” the doctor said, flipping through a chart. “Broken arm. Concussion. Facial lacerations from the glass. The airbag deployed late. She’ll have significant scarring on her left cheek, but she’ll live p>
Liam exhaled, leaning against the wall. “Can I see her? Briefly p>
Liam walked into the room. Seraphina was lying in bed, half her face covered in bandages. Her leg was in a cast.
She opened her one visible eye.
“Mirror,” she croaked.
“Sera, don’t p>
“Mirror p>
Liam handed her a small hand mirror. Seraphina looked. She saw the gauze. She saw the swelling.