Chapter 952
“He never talks about his family,” Skye said. “He told me once he was the black sheep — that he left to get away from the family business. I didn’t realize the business was this.”
“Perfect,” Julian said. “The outcast always knows the secret ways in.”
Skye looked at him. “You’re staying here. You need a doctor.”
“I’m fine,” Julian lied.
“You’re coughing blood,” Skye said gently. “Stay. Monitor the comms. Be the Oracle.”
Julian hesitated, then nodded. “Bring Parker’s mother back. And Skye…” He glanced at the engagement ring still on her finger — a prop from the trial. “Be careful with Liam,” he whispered. “He’s jealous. And a jealous Kensington is dangerous.”
“I can handle Liam,” Skye said — though she wasn’t entirely sure that was true.
She walked out, Alistair following close behind.
𝖶𝖾е𝘬𝗹𝗒 𝘳еl𝘦а𝘴𝖾𝘴 𝘰n 𝗴a𝗅nо𝘷𝗲𝘭𝘴.𝖼𝗼𝗺
In the hallway, Liam was waiting, leaning against the wall with his phone in hand.
“We’re going to the Carter estate,” Skye said.
“I know,” Liam said. “I bought you a car.”
“What?”
“My security team secured a vehicle that won’t attract attention at the docks,” he said. “A modded street racer. If you want to talk to Felix, you have to speak his language.”
Skye looked at him. “You’re helping?”
“I invested in you, Skye,” Liam said, his eyes dark. “I protect my investments.”
“Is that all I am?” Skye asked. “An investment?”
Liam pushed off the wall and stepped close, looming over her. He smelled of rain and expensive cologne. “You know what you are,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Don’t make me say it.”
He walked past her toward the door.
Skye pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart was hammering.
“Let’s go find our hacker friend,” she said to Alistair.
The Underground Racing Track at the docks was a sensory overload — burning rubber, roaring modified engines, and flashing neon lights that strobed across every surface.
Skye stepped out of the car Liam had provided, a sleek matte-black Nissan GTR, wearing a leather jacket over her trial clothes. She looked like she belonged.
Felix was leaning against a bright yellow Supra, cigarette in hand. He looked exactly as he always did — messy hair, grease-stained t-shirt. It was hard to believe this was the scion of a crime family.
“Well, well,” Felix grinned as Skye approached. “The Oracle graces us with her presence. I haven’t seen you since the rig explosion. You look… alive.”
“Felix,” Skye said, smiling warmly. It was good to see a friendly face. “We need to talk.”
Felix’s smile faltered when Liam and Alistair stepped out of the shadows. “You brought the heavy hitters. This isn’t a social call, is it?”
“It’s about your family,” Skye said. “Victor has Parker’s mother.”
Felix flinched. He dropped his cigarette and ground it out with his boot. “Victor — that idiot. He thinks kidnapping civilians makes him a kingpin.”
“He has a piece of the map,” Skye said. “The location of the Legacy Key terminal. We need it, Felix. And we need to get Parker’s mom out.”
“You want to break into the Carter Fortress?” Felix laughed, a harsh sound. “During the Solstice Gala? That’s suicide.”
“The Gala?” Skye asked.
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