Chapter 252
Chapter 252:
“And that,” Dominic added, “is a warning. Stay away from Alistair. Or next time, it won’t be a slap. It’ll be a bullet p>
I pulled a handkerchief from my purse and dabbed my lip. I looked at the blood on the white cloth—red on white.
“Are you done?” I asked calmly.
Dominic blinked. He’d expected tears. He’d expected fear.
“Get out,” he muttered, unsettled.
I turned and walked out. My posture was perfect. My head was high.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Harper burst into tears.
“Skye! Your face! We have to call the police p>
“No police,” I said.
I looked at myself in the mirrored wall of the elevator. The bruise was already forming. It looked bad.
Perfect.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Alistair.
“Skye?” He answered on the first ring. “I’m in the security room. Is everything okay p>
“Alistair,” I said. My voice wavered just a little. “Dominic… he had his guard hit me p>
Silence.
Then a sound I had never heard before—a low, animalistic growl that vibrated through the phone. “Where are you p>
“Heading to the lobby p>
“Stay there,” Alistair said. “I’m going to kill him p>
“No,” I said quickly. “Not here. Too many witnesses. Meet me at the hospital. I need to document the injury p>
“Skye p>
“Trust me,” I said. “This slap? It just cost Dominic Thorne five billion dollars p>
The VIP suite at St. Jude’s Hospital was quiet. The nurse applied a cold compress to my cheek. It was swollen, turning an ugly shade of purple-blue.
There was a commotion in the hallway. Shouting. The sound of a cane striking the floor.
𝘙𝖾𝘢d 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝖾a𝗅 𝗌𝘁orу 𝗈𝘯 belո𝗼ve𝘭𝘴.𝗰𝗈m
“Let me in! I am her grandmother p>
The door flew open. Liam pushed past the nurses, practically dragging Beatrice Kensington into the room.
Beatrice marched in, leaning heavily on her cane, her face a mask of fury.
“You stupid girl!” she shouted, pointing a gnarled finger at me. “I heard what happened! You provoked Miss Thorne! Are you trying to destroy us all p>
Harper stood up. “Get out, you old hag! Can’t you see she’s hurt p>
“Hurt?” Beatrice scoffed. “She deserves it! Seraphina is a Thorne now! A powerful ally! And you,” she glared at me, “you just had to go and insult her. Now Dominic will crush Kensington Global just to spite you p>
“Grandmother p>
Liam ran into the room. He was out of breath, his hair disheveled. He stopped when he saw me—saw the bruise. His face went pale.
“Skye p>
“Liam!” Beatrice spun on him. “Tell her! Tell her to apologize to Seraphina immediately p>
Liam looked from Beatrice to me. He looked at the red mark on my face.
Something inside him snapped.
“Shut up,” Liam said. It was quiet, but lethal.