Page 106 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Abs”—pity glitters in her eyes—“don’t say that. He’s crazy about you. Oak won’t stop going on about it.”

I glance away, trying to shove down all the emotion and frustration warring inside me.

“Abi.” Tally lays her hand on mine, coaxing me to look at her. “Elliot will fix this.”

“How can you be so sure?”

I hate the uncertainty in my voice.

Hate that the one person who makes me feel so special, so cherished and seen, can also make me feel so… so horrible.

“Because it’s Elliot. He has girls literally falling at his feet.” I arch a brow and she chuckles. “I’ve seen it happen. More than once. And he’s never cared, not even a little bit. Not until you.”

“But his father?—”

“Is a controlling arsehole by all accounts. But look at Theo. Look at Reese and Oak. Their families are the same. He’ll figure it out, I know he will. You just have to trust him.”

“I want to, I do.”

“Do you love him?” I press my lips together and give her a small shy nod. “Then it’s worth fighting for, Abs. He’s worth fighting for.”

Something about her words give me pause. I’ve been so fixated on being Elliot’s secret that I haven’t really considered how hard all of this might be on him.

But how do I fight for him?

When it’s his family that holds all the power?

Tally insists we spend the day together, browsing the quaint shops of Saints Cross. I humour her attempt at distracting me because the truth is, I don’t trust myself to go back to my empty dorm room and not do something stupid.

“Still nothing?” she asks, glancing at my phone in my hand.

“Nope.”

“I’m sure he’ll text you later.”

I want to ask if Oakley knows anything. But I don’t.

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you into girls’ night at the Chapel?”

“Can you really call it girls’ night if the boys are there?” My brows lift.

“Well, no, but we have endless fun torturing them with our choice of films and pamper routines.”

“I think I’m going to call it an early night. But thank you, for today.”

“Of course. I’m here for you, Abs. We all are. Even the boys.”

I’m not sure about that but I appreciate the sentiment.

The Bronte Building comes into view and I give her a hug. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?—”

“I’ll be okay,” I rush out. “Enjoy girls’ night.”

I take off towards the building and hurry inside, hoping to avoid anyone who might be hanging around the communal areas.

I can’t shake Tally’s words.

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