A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 125

Elissa took two hesitant steps forward, but before she could even steady herself, the old woman’s hand came down hard across her face.

Even after that slap, the old matriarch’s fury didn’t wane in the slightest. She launched into a tirade, voice trembling with anger. “Slate was hurt so badly, and you claim you had no idea? Elissa, do you have any conscience at all?”

Spit flew with every word.

Her digestion was terrible these days.

Her temper, even worse than before.

If this kept up, she wouldn’t last a few more years.

Elissa bowed her head, trying to keep her voice steady as she spoke. “Grandma, I really don’t know what happened.”

Under the old woman’s withering glare, Elissa had no choice but to put on a show of concern. “What happened to Slate? How badly is he hurt?”

The matriarch ground her teeth. “Go upstairs and see for yourself!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Elissa kept her head down and started for the stairs.

She’d barely reached Slate’s bedroom door when a pained scream rang out from

inside.

The room was crowded with nurses and paramedics working frantically to tend to Slate’s injuries.

Elissa’s gaze dropped–and when she saw the blood–soaked mess between Slate’s legs, she couldn’t help but let out the briefest flicker of a smile.

Slate caught it instantly.

He glared at her, face flushed with rage. “Get the hell out! Who the fuck let you in here?!”

“Grandma asked me to come check on you.”

Sensing the nurses‘ eyes on her, Elissa shifted back to her obedient mask. She

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stepped up to the bedside, stuck a straw in a paper cup, and leaned over to offer it to

Slate.

“Slate, congratulations. Guess you’re on track to take Butler Murphy’s job now–might even beat him to becoming a eunuch.”

The medical staff were too focused on treating Slate to notice anything else. Elissa’s face was all gentle concern; no one would have imagined such words coming from her lips.

She bent lower, voice barely more than a whisper, but Slate heard every syllable.

“Elissa, you fucking bitch!”

Twisting with pain and fury, he smacked her hand away. The cup tumbled from her grasp, splashing its water straight onto his bloody wound.

The sight was horrific–a fresh wave of blood, more than anyone wanted to see.

The room erupted into chaos.

Slate screamed in agony.

Elissa clapped a hand over her mouth, wide–eyed and trembling, stammering out apologies. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… Slate, I didn’t think you’d be so upset. I swear, I had no idea you were hurt!”

Butler Murphy, who’d been standing guard outside, rushed in at the commotion. His face was thunderous as he grabbed Elissa by the arm and hustled her downstairs.

Eyes reddened, Elissa barely reached the old matriarch before dropping to her knees. “Grandma, who could’ve done this? Whoever it was… they went way too-”

Too far, she wanted to say. But she caught herself, just in time. The old woman’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across her face.

“You’re sure you know nothing about this?”

“I swear I don’t!”

Truthfully, Elissa had no idea who’d attacked Slate. A name flickered through her mind–Rowan–but he’d left the hotel last night looking like he never wanted anything to do with her again. Why would he suddenly go after Slate, his own cousin?

Then again, in all of Vistapeak City, who else would dare to hurt Slate this badly?

She couldn’t think of a second person.

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