Page 121 of Wicked Dreams

What the hell?

I push past her. Stares follow me. My skin crawls, but Riley meets me halfway and tows me back in the direction I came. I follow along, flustered and confused, but a terrible feeling kicks up inside me.

“Oh my God, Margo!” She stops and faces me. Her expression is horrified.

I flinch. “Why is everyone acting so weird?”

Her brows furrow. “Um, everyone got an email this morning…”

“I didn’t.”

“It’s…”

My stomach drops.

“Spit it out. Please.”

She opens her email and passes me her phone.

It’s a picture, probably either taken at the same time as the video Unknown sent or a screenshot from it. I’m against his car. His lips are on mine, and his hand is clearly down my pants.

There’s no more air in my lungs.

She grabs my shoulder, and suddenly I’m sitting on the ground.

“Breathe.” She rubs my back. “It’s okay. It’s not even…”

“I can’t,” I choke out. “I can’t do this. I can’t go in there.”

How could Unknown do this to me? Especially since I did nothing to them.Nothing. And with a single email, my life just got ten times worse.

“Given the circumstances, I think they’d understand if we skipped… oh no.”

I lift my head.

Caleb storms toward us. He’s impossibly angry.

He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of us. He pulls me to my feet by my wrists, although I’m not sure I can stay standing. My knees wobble.

“She’s hyperventilating,” Riley says.

He touches my cheek.

I can’t stop gasping. Something heavy has planted itself on my chest. I grab at his shirt, my eyes wide.

“Panic attack,” Riley says. “Honestly, I don’t even blame her. But it’s going to be okay, Margo. It’s just a picture.”

It’s so much more than a picture.

“Give us a minute,” Caleb growls, not tearing his attention away from my face.

I may as well be in a vacuum for all the air I can drag into my lungs. I think Riley backs away, but all I can focus on is Caleb’s startlingly blue eyes. I know they’re blue, but today, with the morning sun angled just right, they’re light and clear and dazzling.

And he’s worried.

I’m worried, too.

“Margo.”

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