Chapter 686
Chapter 686:
She leaned back, her balance precarious. “Let’s do it together. On three. You slit your throat, I jump. One p>
The hallway went dead silent.
“Two…” Skye leaned farther. Her toes were the only thing keeping her on the ledge.
Bianca’s hand began to shake. She stared at Skye. She saw the emptiness in Skye’s eyes. The absolute lack of fear.
This wasn’t a bluff. Skye was crazy.
“Stop!” Bianca screamed, dropping the shears. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. “You’re crazy! You’re a monster p>
Before Skye could step down, a blur of motion hit the room.
Liam.
He had arrived just in time to hear the count of “Two.” He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t negotiate. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed Skye by the waist, and yanked her off the ledge with a force that knocked the wind out of her.
He dragged her back into the safety of the room, spinning her around to face him. His face was pale, his eyes burning with a mixture of terror and fury.
“Are you insane?” he shouted, his voice cracking. “You got on a ledge p>
“I was handling it,” Skye gasped, trying to regain her footing.
“Handling it?” Liam roared. He shook her shoulders. “You almost died! Again! Do you think this is a game p>
“I calculated the angle! Alistair was close enough to p>
“I don’t care about the angle!” Liam yelled. He grabbed her hand, his grip like iron. “We are leaving. Now p>
“Liam, wait p>
“Not a word,” Liam snapped.
He marched her toward the elevator, dragging her past a stunned Alistair and the sobbing Bianca. He didn’t look back. He didn’t stop until they were in the car.
The drive back to Kensington Manor was suffocating.
𝖴𝘯сeո𝗌𝗈𝗿e𝘥 ѕ𝘵𝗈rі𝗲𝘀 𝗈𝗻 𝗯𝘦𝗹𝘯𝗼𝘷еls.c𝗈𝗆
Liam gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. He stared straight ahead, his jaw locked. The silence was heavy, filled with unsaid words.
“Liam,” Skye said finally. “I needed to break her psychological state. It was the only way to get the intel without her killing herself p>
“Stop,” Liam said.
“I just needed to p>
“I said stop!” Liam slammed on the brakes. The car skidded to a halt on the shoulder of the deserted road.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to her. His eyes shone with unshed tears.
“Do you have any idea what it feels like?” he asked, his voice low and shaking. “To watch you risk your life like it’s a poker chip? I lost you once, Skye. I spent five years in hell because of it. I can’t… I can’t do it again p>
“Liam p>
“You are not expendable!” he yelled. “Not to me p>
He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him. His lips crashed onto hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was desperate, terrified, possessive. He kissed her like he was trying to breathe life into her—or perhaps steal it so she couldn’t leave him.