Page 88 of Wreck Me

She nodded, taking it all in. “That’s really sweet. They’re like friendship bracelets.”

“We’re not calling them that.”

That earned me a giggle. “Okay.”

“Good.”

“So, how come I haven’t crossed paths with the infamous King yet?”

“You will.”

“Well, that sounded a little ominous.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t mean it that way. He’s just got his hands full with King, he’s hard to pin down sometimes.”

That wasn’t entirely the truth, seeing as though he was literally having a weekend of fucking with Caleb right now, although he’d likely still be working during hydration breaks, knowing him and his whole workaholic disposition. But he could’ve met with Skylar by now, could’ve inserted himself into her life like Cal and I had.

He was biding his time, waiting on the most opportune moment, because then he’d bring her fully into the fold and reveal what we actually wanted her for.

The thing was, it wasn’t all I wanted her for.

It hadn’t been for a while now.

And the original plan wasn’t sitting well with me anymore.

I didn’t want him to wreck her and make her our puppet so he could get what he needed from her.

And, honestly, I wouldn’t allow it now either.

Things were different.

She was important to me.

It wasn’t just about business now.

It was a fuck of a lot more.

Caleb had been bonding with her. If I could push that along a little, or nurture it at the very least, I could get him on board with this, and we could go to Caspian with this change. It would carry more weight if he was with me before I presented it and tried to convince the almighty King of the City. He wasn’t exactly known for changing his mind or strategy once it had been set.

It wouldn’t be an easy job with Caleb, given the way things were at the moment, strained between us. Or with how I’d been coming across with my reactions and actions lately that had called my tight grip on my control into question.

“Sebastian?”

I blinked out of my thoughts to see Skylar now standing and holding her plate with her finished meal.

“What’s up?”

“I asked you if I can clear your plate?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, handing it to her.

She walked away over on the other side of the kitchen and started rinsing the dishes then placing them in the dishwasher. “Wow,” she exclaimed, finding a bunch of things I’d put in there. “You cleaned up everything you used to make this sweet breakfast already.”

“Of course. What did you think, I’d leave it for you to do when I was the one who made the mess?”

She chuckled. “You need everything in order, huh?”

Damn, she’d called that about me really easily. “I do.”

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