Chapter 751
Chapter 751:
“Is that it?” Skye asked quietly. “Celeste wins? You just lie here and die because you’re wallowing in survivor’s guilt p>
“You don’t know what it feels like,” Julian whispered, tears leaking from his closed eyes. “It feels like my legs are on fire. Like the bones are being crushed in a vice, over and over again. Every second. Every heartbeat. She’s playing me like a violin, Skye p>
“I know pain,” Skye said. She thought of the cold operating table. The knife. The betrayal. “But pain is just information, Julian. It tells you you’re still alive p>
She dropped to her knees.
She didn’t leave. She didn’t call for help. She started crawling on the floor, picking up the pills one by one.
“What are you doing?” Julian asked, opening his eyes.
“Picking up your life,” Skye said. She reached under the bed, her white suit gathering dust balls. She found a pill near the leg of the nightstand. She grabbed it.
“Stop it,” Julian groaned. “It’s pathetic. Look at you. You’re the CEO of Kensington Global. You shouldn’t be groveling on the floor p>
“I’m not groveling,” Skye said, finding another pill. “I’m fighting. Since you won’t do it, I have to do it for you p>
She gathered ten pills and put them back in the bottle. She stood, brushed off her knees, and poured a glass of water from the carafe on the desk.
Then she walked back to the bed.
“Sit up,” she ordered.
Julian glared at her. “Or what p>
“Or I will pry your jaw open and shove it down your throat,” Skye said. Her eyes were hard, blazing with a ferocity that made Julian blink. “I lost Liam this week. I am not losing you. Not to her. Not to her frequency games p>
She sat on the edge of the bed. She put the pill to his lips.
“Open p>
𝖣𝗈𝗐𝘯𝗅оa𝖽 𝗳r𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝖻еlno𝗏e𝘭ѕ.𝘤om
Julian looked at her. He saw the exhaustion in her face, the smudge of dirt on her cheek, the fierce, unyielding love in her eyes. Not romantic love, but something stronger—the love of a soldier for a comrade in the trenches.
His resistance broke.
He opened his mouth.
Skye placed the pill on his tongue. She lifted the glass to his lips. He drank. He swallowed.
He slumped back against the pillows, exhausted by the effort.
“Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes again.
“Don’t thank me,” Skye said, placing the bottle firmly on the nightstand. “Just stay alive. That’s the only thank you I want p>
She stood and walked to the window. She grabbed the heavy velvet curtains and ripped them open.
Sunlight flooded the room, harsh and blinding. Dust motes danced in the air.
“And for God’s sake,” Skye said, turning back to him, her silhouette framed by the light, “take a shower. You smell like a crypt p>