Page 104 of Wicked Dreams

“Do I have a problem?” she repeats. “Yes, I have a fucking problem.”

“You’re an attention-seeking slut.” He shrugs as her face turns red. His grip stays ironclad on my shoulder, keeping me right there next to him. “I should’ve realized you were only after my reputation.”

“How dare you? We’redating,and you show up withher?”

“Gee, Amelie, maybe you should break up with me.” He steps forward, towing me with him.

Her gaze cuts to mine, but all I can do is stare at her. It’s either that or drop my gaze to my shoes, and she’s said enough wretched things about me to deserve the stare-down.

“I’m not sure why you care so much,” he continues. “It isn’t like you haven’t been sleeping around with Ian Fletcher.”

He releases me, and I stumble away from him. He’s focused on the annihilation of Amelie Page—no Margo Wolfe presence required.

When he’s mad at me, he gets physical. His hands on my skin. His tongue in my mouth. Every inch of him was built to punish me. And for that reason, I can’t bear the idea of him touching her—even if it’s out of anger.

It takes a moment for his words to sink in. She’s been sleeping around on him.

I cover my mouth, holding back my laugh. Oh, the fucking irony.

Excluding the fact that Ian Fletcher is theworsthuman being in Rose Hill, I’m fairly certain that Caleb doesn’t give a fuck about who Amelie’s been sleeping with. Hell, besides the annoyance flashing across his face, she could drop dead at his feet and he wouldn’t even stoop down to check her pulse.

She scowls at him, fear fluttering across her features. “Who told you that?”

He laughs. There’s a circle around us, people eager to see what will happen with the king and queen of Emery-Rose.

Ex-queen? Does their breakup signal the end of an era, or will she continue to rule separately?

I back away until I hit someone.

Eli murmurs in my ear, “He’ll hunt you down if you aren’t in his line of sight when he’s done.”

I grimace.

Riley grabs my other arm. “You came with Caleb? I thought you said you didn’t want…”

“You’re ridiculous,” Caleb proclaims, once more drawing our attention. “And I’m sick of you, Amelie. If you’re not going to say it, I will. Happily.We’re done.”

Her mouth gapes open and shut like a fish desperate for oxygen, but she doesn’t have a witty comeback. No retort. She stands there for a long moment, then slowly turns and strides away.

The crowd parts for her, then fills in the gaps. Still watching and waiting…

Caleb searches for me. Eli releases me quickly, giving me a light shove between my shoulder blades. I stumble to a stop before Caleb and tilt my head to the side.

“That’s one way to do things,” I tell him.

There’s a gleam in his eye that wasn’t there before. My stomach flips.

“Just the beginning.” He puts his arm back around my shoulder, hugging me into his side, and we walk toward the stands. “One more thing.”

Caleb whistles, clear and sharp. It takes me a moment longer to spot Theo and Liam, who detach themselves from a group and come down to the ground.

“Yo.” Liam grins at us. “You two a thing now?”

“Yes,” Caleb clips out.

I stare at him, leaning away. “What?”

“I don’t really care to hear your protests right now. And that means one thing.” He points at Theo. “You. Don’t you fucking touch her.”

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