Chapter 500
Chapter 500:
11:45 PM.
They were still heading away from the casino.
Skye looked at the door handle. They were moving at eighty miles per hour. Jumping was suicide. But staying was a slower death.
She looked at Lucian. “You enjoyed that p>
“I enjoy chaos,” Lucian admitted. “It clarifies things p>
“Then clarify this,” Skye said. “If you take me back to the villa, Elena will kill me tonight. She won’t wait for your permission. She’ll poison my food or smother me in my sleep p>
“She might,” Lucian agreed.
“Is that what you want?” Skye asked. “To lose your leverage against Alistair? To lose your… muse p>
Lucian was silent.
“Take me to the penthouse,” Skye said. “At the casino. She doesn’t have a key to the penthouse, does she p>
Lucian looked at her. “She has a key to everything p>
“Change the locks,” Skye challenged. “Show her who runs the empire p>
Lucian smiled. It was the smile of a man whose ego had just been stroked in exactly the right spot.
He tapped the partition.
“Turn around,” Lucian ordered. “Back to the casino p>
Skye exhaled. It was a shaky, broken sound. They were going back.
The SUV pulled into the private underground entrance of the Graves Casino at 11:55 PM.
Five minutes.
“Go to the penthouse,” Lucian told the driver. “I’ll take her up p>
They exited the car. The elevator was right there.
“Where is Elena?” Skye asked, looking back at the limo behind them.
“She went to the villa,” Lucian said. “She thinks we’re going there. I told the convoy to split p>
He swiped his Gold Card. The elevator opened.
Re𝖺𝗱 w𝗂t𝗁𝘰𝗎𝘵 𝗶ոte𝘳r𝘶р𝗍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘀 𝗼ո 𝗯𝗲.𝘤𝗼m
They stepped in. Lucian pressed the button for the penthouse.
Skye watched his finger.
“Actually,” Lucian said, pausing, “I’m hungry. Let’s go to the kitchen first. I want a steak p>
He moved his finger toward the “Lobby” button.
“No!” Skye blurted.
Lucian looked at her. “No p>
“I need a drink,” Skye improvised. “The penthouse has the good scotch. The kitchen wine is swill p>
Lucian chuckled. “You’re developing expensive tastes p>
He pressed “Penthouse p>
The elevator began to rise.
Skye watched the floor numbers. Sub-Level 3 was down. They were going up.
She had to get off this elevator.
“Lucian,” she said softly.
She stepped closer to him. She let out a low moan, her eyes rolling back slightly. “My head p>
Lucian looked down, frowning. “What is it p>
“I feel… faint,” Skye whispered, swaying on her feet. “The sugar crash p>
Her knees buckled. She didn’t fall gracefully; she collapsed like dead weight, slumping against him.
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