Page 125 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“She did?”

Raine nods. “You made her feel understood, Abs.”

“I… I wasn’t really thinking about how people would react to it.” I glance over at Elliot and the boys. “I just wanted to show Mr Eaton I’m not afraid. Struggling with mental health is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Did you and Elliot talk about what happens next?” Tally asks quietly.

“I think he’s accepted I’m not walking away from this. But there’s still things we need to figure out.”

Like what if Johnathon doubles down on his threats? What if he completely cuts Elliot off financially and he still refuses to accept my help?

As if sensing my thoughts, Tally reaches over and grabs my hand. “It’ll all work out.”

“Yeah.”

God, I want to believe her.

The boys join us and Theo switches the TV on, settling on some reality show about rich men and fast cars.

Elliot drops down beside me and drapes his arm along the back of the sofa, toying with my hair. “You good?”

I give him a reassuring smile.

“Fuck, exams start next week.” Theo grumbles. “They came around way too quickly.”

“Maybe if you actually revised during our sessions, you’d feel more confident about?—”

“Hey, I revise.”

Raine gives him a pointed look and everyone chuckles.

“Have you ever considered that you’re too much of a distraction?” He throws back. “I can’t help it if numbers and you get me horny.”

“You should try Liv’s trick,” Reese adds. “For every question I get right, she rewards me with?—”

“Don’t you dare fucking say it.” Oakley groans.

The two of them start arguing, the girls watching on with mild amusement.

“You really want to stay down here with these idiots when I could take you upstairs so you can help me revise?” Elliot leans in and nips my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“And how might I do that?” I simper.

“Well, for starters, you can?—”

The doorbell rings out through the Chapel and everyone stops talking.

“Who the fuck is that? We’re all here.”

“Maybe it’s Millie?”

“She’s at therapy.” He pads towards the door, disappearing into the hallway.

“Who is it?” Oakley calls but Theo reappears, his expression hard and unforgiving.

“You’re not going to believe what the cat dragged in,” he says, his eyes falling on Elliot.

Before anyone can speak, a hooded figure steps out from behind him and shoves his hood back, glaring in our direction.

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