Chapter 683
Chapter 683:
“Hey,” Skye said gently. “You okay p>
Victoria looked up. Her makeup was ruined, her dress torn. She threw her arms around Skye’s neck, burying her face in Skye’s shoulder.
“Thank you,” Victoria sobbed. “You saved me. You actually saved me p>
Skye hesitated, then patted Victoria’s back. “You saved me too, Vic. That block? That was brave p>
Victoria pulled back, wiping her nose. “Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my reputation as a heartless bitch p>
Skye smiled tiredly. “Your secret is safe with me p>
The next hour was a blur of statements, paramedics, and flashing lights. Dominic and Bianca were cuffed and loaded into ambulances. Alistair handled the police with the ease of a man who owned half the city.
As Skye walked out of the warehouse, she saw a familiar car parked just outside the police tape. A sleek black sedan—the one Lucian had been given. Lucian Graves sat in the back seat, the window rolled down just an inch.
He watched Dominic being loaded into the wagon. His face was impassive, but his eyes were dark. He saw Skye looking at him. He didn’t wave. He didn’t smile. He just stared at the failure of his proxy, his expression one of cold calculation.
He signaled his driver, and the car slipped away into the night.
“He was watching,” Alistair said, coming up beside her.
“He’s cutting loose ends,” Skye said. “Dominic failed. Lucian is moving on p>
“Let me drive you home,” Alistair offered.
“No,” Skye said. “I have a ride p>
She took a cab back to the Kensington estate. The house was quiet. She unlocked the door and stepped into the foyer.
“Liam?” she called out.
“In the kitchen p>
𝖢о𝘮рl𝗲𝗍𝖾 𝗰𝗵𝗮p𝘁𝗲𝘳𝘀 o𝘯 𝖻е.𝗰𝗼𝗺
She walked in. Liam was standing by the stove, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. He was stirring a pot of tea. His hair was damp, freshly showered.
“I heard the news,” he said, turning around. His face was a mask of concern. “Parker messaged me on the console. Said it was Dominic p>
Skye walked up to him. She stopped inches away. She could smell the soap, the peppermint tea—and underneath it all, the faint, metallic tang of gun oil and cordite that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase.
She reached out and touched his cheek. His skin was warm.
“Where were you tonight, Liam?” she asked softly.
Liam didn’t flinch. He held her gaze. “I was at the office. Late meeting. Why p>
“Because,” Skye said, leaning in to whisper against his lips, “my hero had really good aim p>
Liam’s breath hitched. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The pretense dropped from his eyes, replaced by a raw, intense relief.
“I told you,” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. “I’d burn the world down before I let anyone hurt you p>
Skye closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. She didn’t need him to say the words. She knew.