Chapter 67
Chapter 67:
She screamed.
It was a primal sound—vanity shattered.
“My face! My face!” She threw the mirror. It shattered against the wall. “It’s Skye’s fault! She chased me! She made me run p>
“I know,” Liam soothed, stroking her hair. “I know she upset you p>
“I can’t go back to the dorm,” Seraphina sobbed. “I’m scared. What if she comes for me? She has Alistair Thorne now! They’ll kill me p>
Liam’s jaw tightened. The thought of Skye and Alistair together made his blood boil. And seeing Seraphina like this—broken, scared—triggered his savior complex.
“You’re not going to the dorm,” Liam decided. “You’re coming to the Manor p>
“The… the Manor?” Seraphina stopped crying.
“I’ll set up the guest room. Mrs. Higgins will take care of you. You’ll be safe there p>
He stepped out and called the housekeeper.
“Prepare the East Wing guest room,” Liam ordered. “Ms. Miller is coming to stay for her recovery p>
Mrs. Higgins, a loyalist to the Sterling family, went silent. “Sir. Mrs. Kensington’s belongings are still in the master suite, although she hasn’t slept there in weeks. Is this… appropriate p>
“Just do it,” Liam snapped.
Mrs. Higgins hung up and immediately dialed Skye.
“Madam,” Mrs. Higgins whispered. “He’s bringing her here. To live p>
Skye was at her apartment in The Spire. She listened to the news. A slow smile spread across her face.
“Perfect,” Skye said.
“Perfect?” Mrs. Higgins sounded confused.
“It’s the final breach I needed,” Skye said. “Higgins, listen to me carefully. Go to my room. Pack nothing. Take the few boxes I left in the closet—the ones with the old photo albums and the clothes I didn’t bring with me—and take them to the incinerator p>
𝘍і𝘯d 𝘆𝗼𝗎𝗋 𝖿a𝘃𝗈r𝗶te geո𝘳𝘦 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗲𝘭ո𝘰𝘃е𝗅s.𝗰о𝘮
“Burn them, Madam p>
“Burn them,” Skye confirmed. “I don’t want a single thread of mine left in that house when she arrives. Make sure the closet is empty. Let it be a mausoleum p>
“Understood,” Mrs. Higgins said, her voice trembling with respect.
Skye hung up. She walked to the window overlooking the city lights. She didn’t need to go back to the Manor to pack; she had already extracted everything of value weeks ago. This was just the scorched-earth policy.
Two hours later, Liam pushed Seraphina in a wheelchair through the front door of the Manor.
Seraphina looked groggy, but when she saw the grand foyer, her eyes lit up with triumph. She was inside.
“Welcome home,” Liam murmured.
“Where is she?” Seraphina asked, looking around fearfully. “Is Skye here p>
“She’s not here,” Liam said. “I’ll handle her p>
He wheeled her to the elevator and up to the second floor. He paused by the master bedroom. The door was open.