Chapter 630
Chapter 630:
“Tessa,” she hissed. “Bucket p>
Tessa ran over with the cleaning bucket. Skye threw the ruined meat into the dirty water.
“That was…” Tessa looked horrified.
“Necessary,” Skye said, wiping her mouth. “Give me the bread p>
Skye moved to the back corner of the cage, the one spot the camera didn’t fully cover. She ate the dry roll Tessa handed her in three bites. It tasted like heaven.
“Tonight is the Auction,” Skye said, swallowing hard. “You’re coming with me to do my makeup p>
“Yes,” Tessa nodded. “He wants you to look… haunting p>
“Good,” Skye said. “I’ll need you to find me a pair of scissors. Small ones. Sewing scissors p>
“Scissors?” Tessa’s eyes widened. “Skye, if he finds a weapon on you p>
“He won’t check me,” Skye said. “He thinks I’m a dog. You don’t frisk a dog p>
“Where will you hide them p>
“In the makeup kit,” Skye said. “When you’re doing my legs… slip them into my garter p>
Tessa hesitated. Her hands were shaking.
“Tessa,” Skye said softly. “Think of your son p>
Tessa took a deep breath. She nodded. “I’ll do it p>
Upstairs in the study, Lucian watched the monitor. He saw Skye curled up on the rug, seemingly asleep. He didn’t see the crumbs on her lips. He didn’t see the fire in her eyes.
His phone rang. It was Bianca.
“Is she ready?” Bianca asked.
“She is perfect,” Lucian said, staring at the screen. “Tonight, I will parade her in front of the Syndicate buyers. And when Liam sees what I’ve turned her into… he will lose his mind. And then he will make a mistake p>
𝘜ո𝘤𝘦𝗻𝘴𝗈𝗋e𝘥 st𝘰r𝘪e𝘀 𝘰𝗇 𝘣𝗲𝗅𝘯o𝘃е𝗅𝘀.с𝘰𝗺
Lucian walked to his closet. He pulled out a dress.
It was red. Deep, blood red, with a neckline that plunged to the navel and a slit that went up to the hip.
“Wear red,” he whispered to the empty room. “The color of ruin p>
In a safe house downtown, Liam and Alistair were bent over a blueprint of the Dragon Hotel.
“The service elevator here,” Alistair pointed. “The security protocols are tight, but they rely on facial recognition. We’ll need to bypass the mainframe p>
“And it leads directly to the kitchen,” Liam added. “I’ll go in as a waiter. We have the prosthetics ready p>
“Yes,” Alistair nodded. “A silicone mask for the jawline, contact lenses to change your eye color, and a voice modulator. Unless someone is staring directly into your soul, you’ll be invisible p>
“Wait,” Alistair said. He pointed to a small room behind the main stage. “The VIP holding room. That’s where he’ll keep her before the auction p>
“Auction?” Liam’s head snapped up.
“It’s not just a gala,” Alistair said grimly. “My intel says Graves is planning to ‘auction’ a mystery item. I think we both know what that is p>