Chapter 547
Chapter 547:
Sienna fled. She ran down the stairs, grabbed Bianca, and practically sprinted out the front door.
The heavy oak door slammed shut.
Skye let out a breath and sagged against the banister. The adrenaline was gone, leaving her shaking.
“Show-off,” Julian murmured, catching her before she slid to the floor.
“She needed a lesson,” Skye whispered.
“You gave her ten million dollars,” Julian pointed out. “That’s an expensive lesson p>
“It’s counterfeit,” Skye said with a weak smile. “The account number on that check belongs to a shell company registered in the Cayman Islands that has been flagged by Interpol for months p>
“By the time she tries to cash it, or use it to buy favor with Lucian, she’ll lead the authorities right to him p>
Julian stared at her. Then he burst out laughing.
“You are wicked, Skye Sterling p>
“I learned from the best,” she said.
From the hallway below, slow clapping echoed.
Liam stood there. He was disheveled, wearing the same clothes from the boat, his arm in a fresh sling. He looked at Skye with a mixture of awe and fear.
“I always thought you were bad with money,” Liam said, walking up the stairs.
“I was,” Skye said. “Then I realized money is just a weapon. And I needed ammo p>
Liam stopped a few steps below her. He looked at her pale face, the dark circles under her eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“No,” Skye admitted. “I’m really not p>
Liam reached out, his hand hovering near hers on the banister. “Can I… can I help you back to bed p>
Skye looked at his hand. The hand that had once put a ring on her finger. The hand that had pulled her from the smoke.
𝘌nj𝗈y 𝘳𝗲𝗮𝖽𝘪𝗇𝗀 l𝗲𝗀𝗮𝗅𝗹𝘺 o𝗻 𝗯𝗲lո𝘰𝘃el𝘴.𝖼om
“Yes,” she said.
Liam supported her other side. Together, he and Julian helped her back to the room.
As they tucked her in, Skye looked at the two men—her ex-husband and her mentor.
“We have a problem,” Skye said, her eyes closing. “Lucian isn’t going to stop. Sienna was just a probe. He sent her to see if I was alive p>
“We know,” Julian said. “We’re fortifying the estate p>
“No,” Skye said, forcing her eyes open. “Defense is a losing game. We need a cure p>
“How?” Liam asked.
“The Blue Velvet,” Skye whispered. “I need more of it p>
“What?” Liam looked horrified. “Skye, no. You’re barely clean p>
“Not to take,” Skye said. “To analyze. Julian, your labs… can they reverse-engineer it? Find a cure? Or better yet… a counter-agent p>
Julian nodded slowly. “If we had a sample. But you drank it all p>
“Not all of it,” Skye said.
She reached into the pocket of her pajama top.
She pulled out a small, crumpled tissue. Inside was a tiny, damp spot. She had spit a mouthful out into the napkin when Lucian wasn’t looking, pretending to wipe her mouth.