Chapter 719
Chapter 719:
Alistair grunted and recoiled, clutching his forearm. Blood welled up between his fingers, dark and fast.
Liam stumbled back, gasping. He looked down at his own hand, then at Alistair’s bleeding arm. In the scuffle, the blade had nicked Liam’s own wrist as well—a shallow cut that mingled his blood with Alistair’s on the floor.
He scrambled backward, crab-walking until he hit the fireplace. He dropped the knife. It clattered onto the stone hearth.
“Look,” Liam wheezed, a manic grin returning to his face. “The white knight bleeds just like the rest of us p>
Skye rushed to Alistair, ripping off her scarf to bind his arm. “Alistair! Oh my God p>
She looked at Liam with pure horror. “You… you actually hurt him p>
“I told you,” Liam whispered, his energy suddenly draining away. He slumped against the bricks. “I’m a monster p>
Sirens wailed in the distance. Skye had triggered the silent alarm on her phone the moment Liam flipped the table.
“They’re coming,” Skye said, tears streaming down her face. “Run, Liam. If they catch you p>
“Let them come,” Liam said. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “I’m tired of running p>
Ten minutes later, the room was swarming with police.
Skye stood on the deck, the rain plastering her hair to her face. She watched as they led Liam out in handcuffs.
He didn’t fight. He didn’t speak. But just before they pushed him into the cruiser, he turned his head.
He looked at her.
And for one fleeting second, the mask dropped completely.
His eyes weren’t crazy. They were filled with an agonizing, bottomless love—and an apology so profound it broke her heart into a million pieces.
Trust me, he mouthed.
𝖭𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾.𝖼𝗈𝗆
Then the door slammed shut.
The emergency room at St. Jude’s was a chaotic blur of white coats and beeping machines.
Skye sat on the edge of the bed while Alistair was being stitched up. The cut was deep, a jagged line running from his elbow to his wrist, but it had missed the artery.
“Five stitches,” the doctor said, tying off the thread. “You’re lucky. Another inch to the left and you’d have lost function in your hand p>
Alistair didn’t flinch. He watched the needle pierce his skin with detached interest. “It looks worse than it is p>
“I’m so sorry,” Skye whispered, holding his uninjured hand. “I shouldn’t have gone there. I should have listened to you p>
“Skye,” Alistair said firmly. “Liam is the one who wielded the knife. Not you p>
“But he…” Skye bit her lip. “He looked at me, Alistair. At the end. It felt… staged p>
“Staged?” Alistair raised an eyebrow. “He sliced my arm open. That’s method acting taken a bit too far, don’t you think p>
Skye’s phone rang. It was Beatrice.
“You ungrateful wretch!” the old woman screamed the moment Skye picked up. “You put my grandson in a cage! Withdraw the charges immediately p>