Chapter 639
Chapter 639:
They were in the alleyway now. The night air was sweet and cold.
“To the sewers!” Liam pointed to a manhole cover that had been pried open. “It’s the only way out of the perimeter p>
They slid down the ladder into the darkness below, just as police sirens began to wail in the distance.
The tunnels smelled of rot and damp stone. Their footsteps echoed, splashing through the shallow water.
Liam led the way, holding Skye’s hand so tightly his fingers went white. He was running on pure adrenaline, his face pale from holding his breath earlier.
“We’re almost there,” he gasped. “I arranged the extraction at the river outlet p>
They rounded a corner and saw light—moonlight reflecting off water.
They scrambled out of the pipe and onto a muddy bank. The river roared past them. Above, on the bridge, police lights flashed blue and red.
“We made it,” Skye whispered, collapsing onto the grass.
Liam ripped off his mask and threw it down. He dropped to his knees beside her, pulling her into a crushing hug.
“I thought I lost you,” he murmured, burying his face in her neck. “When I saw you in that cage p>
“I’m okay,” Skye soothed, stroking his hair. “I’m okay p>
Alistair emerged from the tunnel a moment later. He was limping slightly.
“He got away,” Alistair spat. “Lucian. He has a boat stashed in the lower tunnels p>
“Let him run,” Liam said, standing and helping Skye up. “He has nothing left. His network is burned p>
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the bridge above.
A group of officers were dragging a woman in a gold dress. It was Victoria.
“Let me go!” Victoria screamed. “My uncle is Arthur Hayes! You can’t arrest me p>
A black town car pulled up. Arthur Hayes stepped out, leaning on his cane.
𝘋𝗶ѕ𝘤о𝘷е𝗿 𝘯e𝘸 𝗌𝗍𝗼𝘳𝘪e𝘀 𝗈n 𝖻𝖾.𝗰𝗼𝗆
The officers paused.
“Uncle Arthur!” Victoria cried. “Tell them! Tell them it was a mistake p>
Arthur looked down at her from the bridge. His face was stone.
“I have no niece,” Arthur said. His voice carried over the water. “This woman conspired with a known terrorist. Process her p>
Victoria’s scream of despair was cut short as they shoved her into a squad car.
Liam watched, his expression unreadable.
“Cold,” Skye murmured.
“Necessary,” Liam said. “He’s cleaning house p>
Paramedics arrived on the bank. They wrapped blankets around Skye.
“Mr. Kensington,” a medic said, “we need to check her for toxins p>
Liam nodded. He looked at Alistair.
“Thank you,” Liam said. It was stiff, but genuine.
Alistair nodded. “Take care of her. If you lose her again, I won’t be as polite p>
“I won’t,” Liam promised.