Chapter 493
Chapter 493:
He threw the door open and shoved her inside.
“You want to be on display?” He locked the door from the outside. “Then watch. Watch the world you can’t touch. You stay here until you learn your place p>
He signaled to two massive guards standing by the door. “Don’t take your eyes off her. If she leaves this box, you lose your heads p>
Lucian turned and stormed away.
Skye stood alone in the glass box, high above the casino floor. Tourists bustled below, oblivious. She was a bird in a gilded cage, perfectly visible, yet completely unreachable.
She straightened her dress. She brushed a stray hair from her face.
She wasn’t crying.
A slow smile spread across her lips. He had isolated her. He had removed her from his direct supervision.
She was contained, yes. But for the first time in days, Lucian wasn’t breathing down her neck. And glass… glass could be broken.
Skye pressed her hand against the cold glass, watching the rhythmic chaos of the casino floor below. The two guards outside the door were statues, their backs to her, blocking the only exit.
She needed a way out. And she needed a key.
Her eyes scanned the room. It was sparsely furnished: a leather sofa, a minibar, and a dedicated phone line for room service.
She picked up the phone. It was dead. Lucian had cut the line.
She paced the small room. She needed access to the lower levels, specifically Sub-Level 3, where the servers were. To get there, she needed a Gold Card. But not just any Gold Card—she needed one with clearance.
Through the glass, she saw Manager King walking across the casino floor below. He stopped to berate a dealer. He pulled a lanyard from his pocket, flashed a card at a security scanner, and entered a restricted area.
That was the card. The master key.
But King was down there, and she was up here.
She looked at the guards. They were professional, bored, and likely underpaid.
Skye walked to the minibar. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and a glass. She poured a drink, then another. She splashed some on her dress, on her neck, making herself smell like a brewery.
She ruffled her hair, smudged her lipstick. She needed to look like a woman unraveling.
ո𝗈 in𝗍r𝗎sі𝗏𝘦 a𝘥s 𝗼𝘯 b𝘦.со𝗺
She banged on the glass door.
“Hey!” she slurred, her voice muffled by the soundproofing. She banged harder, using the heavy champagne bottle.
One of the guards turned, annoyed. He opened the door a crack. “Ms. Sterling, please step back p>
“I need… hic… I need more.” Skye waved the empty bottle. “Lucian said I could have whatever I want p>
“The minibar is stocked, ma’am p>
“It’s empty!” Skye wailed, throwing the bottle onto the sofa. “I want the good stuff. The vintage. Go get King. Tell him… tell him the Oracle is thirsty p>
The guard hesitated. “We can’t leave our post p>
“If I don’t get a drink in five minutes,” Skye threatened, swaying dangerously, “I’m going to take off this dress and press my bare ass against this glass for the whole casino to see. How do you think Lucian will like that p>
The guards exchanged a horrified look. Lucian Graves was possessive to the point of madness. If his “property” exposed herself, the guards would be blamed.
“I’ll call down,” the guard sighed.
Ten minutes later, Manager King appeared. He looked irritated, adjusting his tie as the guards let him into the box.