Chapter 549
Chapter 549:
“I’m coming with you,” Liam said.
Alistair looked him up and down. “You have broken fingers, Kensington. You’ll slow me down p>
“I know the layout of the reserve,” Liam lied. “I saw the blueprints in the files you seized from Beatrice’s safe. I memorized them p>
It was a stretch, but Alistair didn’t call him on it. He saw the desperation in Liam’s eyes—the need to do something. To redeem himself.
“Fine,” Alistair said. “But if you get caught, I’m leaving you p>
“Deal p>
Upstairs, Skye woke up with a start.
Her skin was crawling. The craving hit her like a physical blow.
She needed the Velvet. Her body screamed for it.
She curled up, biting her pillow to keep from screaming.
Focus, she told herself. Pain is information. Pain means you’re alive.
She forced herself to get up. She stumbled into the bathroom.
She turned on the shower—cold. Freezing.
She stepped in, clothes and all.
The icy water shocked her system. She gasped, shivering violently.
“I am Skye Sterling,” she chanted through chattering teeth. “I am the Oracle. I am not a junkie p>
She stayed there until her lips turned blue, until the fire in her veins was doused by the ice.
When she stepped out, dripping wet, she saw a shadow in the bedroom.
“Skye p>
It was Alistair.
He was standing there, looking at her like she was a ghost.
Skye didn’t care about her wet clothes. She didn’t care about propriety. She ran to him.
а𝗹𝘭 у𝗈𝗎𝘳 f𝖺𝗏𝘰𝘳𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗀еn𝘳𝖾𝗌 o𝗇 𝘣𝖾𝗅ո𝗈𝘷e𝘭𝘀.co𝗆
Alistair caught her. He buried his face in her wet neck, breathing her in.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered. “I thought p>
“I’m here,” Skye said, holding him tight. “I’m here p>
They stood there, two broken people holding each other up in the ruins of their war.
“We’re going to end this,” Alistair said against her skin. “Tonight p>
“No.” Skye pulled back. She looked at him, water dripping from her lashes. “Not tonight. Tonight, we plan. Tomorrow… we burn him down p>
The war room was the library.
Maps were spread out on the antique oak table. Blueprints of the Graves Estate. Financial flowcharts of Dominic Thorne’s failing empire.
Skye sat at the head of the table, wrapped in a thick blanket, drinking hot tea. She looked frail, but her eyes were sharp.
Around her sat her generals: Alistair, Liam, and Julian.
It was an unlikely alliance—the ex-husband, the lover, and the mentor. Three men who, in another life, would have killed each other. Now, they were united by one thing: Skye.
“The greenhouse is here.” Alistair pointed to a structure on the north side of the Graves compound. “It has independent ventilation. Biometric locks p>
“I can bypass the biometrics,” Julian said. “If I can get close enough to the local network p>