Christabel poured a generous amount of whiskey into a crystal tumbler. She grabbed the half-empty glass of spiked champagne from the nightstand and dumped it into the whiskey.
She swirled the glass. The liquids merged into a dark amber.
The electronic lock beeped.
Christabel immediately dropped onto the plush sofa. She let her head loll back against the cushions. She forced her breathing to turn shallow and erratic, letting the drug's flush take over her face.
The door pushed open.
Jaylon walked in wearing a custom-tailored suit. He looked around the room. When his eyes landed on Christabel sprawled on the sofa, a nasty, triumphant smirk twisted his lips.
He frowned slightly, glancing around for Gary, but the sight of Christabel's flushed skin pulled his attention back instantly.
He walked over and stood over her.
"Look at you," Jaylon mocked. He reached out to grab her chin.
Bile rose in Christabel's throat. She turned her head sharply, dodging his hand.
She let out a weak, breathy pant. Her hand trembled as she lifted the crystal tumbler toward him.
"Please," Christabel rasped. Her voice was perfectly hoarse. "Drink this... and let me go."
She forced a look of absolute terror into her eyes.
Jaylon laughed. He looked at her like she was a pathetic bug. He wanted to show off his victory. He wanted to prove he was in control.
He snatched the glass from her trembling fingers and downed it in one gulp.
The strong whiskey burned his throat. Jaylon coughed violently. He raised his arm to smash the empty glass onto the coffee table.
Before the glass left his hand, a massive wave of dizziness hit him.
The drug worked fast. Faster than he expected.
Jaylon's legs turned to water. He stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock. He pointed a shaking finger at Christabel.
The helpless fear vanished from Christabel's face.
She stood up slowly. Her eyes were completely dead. She stared at him like she was looking at a corpse.
Jaylon opened his mouth to scream for help. His throat was completely dry. No sound came out.
His knees gave out. He crashed onto the thick carpet, unable to move a single muscle.
Christabel walked over to him.
She raised her foot and drove the pointed tip of her stiletto hard into his ribs.
Jaylon let out a muffled, agonizing groan.
Christabel didn't feel an ounce of pity. She crouched down next to him. She needed the scandal to be perfect.
Suppressing the intense disgust churning in her stomach, she grabbed the lapels of his expensive suit jacket and yanked it off his shoulders. She ripped his dress shirt open, popping the buttons off.
She reached for his leather belt.
A soft click echoed through the room.
The door connecting the living room to the master bedroom pushed open without a sound.
A tall man stepped out of the shadows.
Glenwood's temples throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. He had woken up in this very room only minutes ago, instantly realizing someone had dared to drug his drink. He had been standing in the dark, preparing to ruthlessly dispose of the mastermind who orchestrated this trap, but instead, he was greeted by the pathetic farce of his own nephew.
His presence was suffocating. The air in the room instantly grew heavy. He stood there, his dark, bottomless eyes staring coldly at Christabel as she stripped the man on the floor.
Christabel felt the weight of his stare. She snapped her head up.
Her eyes met Glenwood's.
Her heart stopped beating for a full second.
She recognized him immediately. Glenwood Montgomery. The ruthless, blood-thirsty head of the Montgomery family. Jaylon's uncle.
Christabel shot up from the floor. Her brain spun, trying to find an excuse for this insane situation.
But the drug in her blood chose that exact moment to surge with violent force.
Her vision blurred. She swayed dangerously, her knees buckling.
Glenwood instinctively took a half-step forward. But he stopped himself just as quickly. His eyes darkened, studying her with a dangerous intensity.
Christabel bit the tip of her tongue hard. The sharp pain and the taste of blood forced her eyes to focus.
She couldn't stay here. She couldn't expose herself to this man.
She grabbed her small clutch from the sofa. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, avoiding his gaze. She stumbled toward the suite's front door.
As she rushed past Glenwood, the drug made her misjudge the distance. Her shoulder brushed against his chest. In a flash of primal, drug-induced panic, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into the flesh just below his left collarbone. At the same time, her fingernails raked wildly across his back, leaving sharp, stinging lines. Glenwood let out a low grunt but didn't push her away. The faint scent of cold cedarwood mixed with the copper taste of blood. Then she wrenched herself free, ripped the door open, and fled into the hallway.
Glenwood stood motionless, one hand rising to touch the fresh wound on his chest. His dark eyes followed her disappearing figure. A strange, dangerous smile touched his lips.
His gaze slowly dropped to the floor.
Jaylon lay there, half-naked and drooling.
A mocking sneer pulled at the corner of Glenwood's mouth. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed his assistant, Leo.
"Call the hotel security," Glenwood ordered, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "And tip off every major media outlet in the city. Tell them there's a show waiting for them."
Down in the underground garage, Christabel burst out of the elevator.
She sprinted toward her sports car. She yanked the door open and collapsed into the driver's seat. Her hands shook violently as she pushed the ignition button.
The engine roared to life.
Christabel slammed her foot on the gas. The car shot out of the garage and into the cool night air.
Up in the presidential suite, Glenwood walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked down at the street below. He watched the red taillights of her car disappear into the city. A dark, amused smile touched his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone again, typing a quick message to Leo: "And send a car to follow her. I want to know where she goes."
The chase had just begun.
