Page 101 of Wicked Games

Chapter 25

Caleb

Margo’s phone buzzing wakes me out of a sound sleep.

My eyes snap open. Her cheek is pressed against my upper arm, hers slung across my chest. Her legs are tangled with mine. It must be early—there’s just the barest amount of light coming through the window. Slowly, so I don’t disturb her, I reach out and feel for her phone.

I was right about the early. It’s barely five o’clock in the morning.

Unknown

Do your foster parents know Caleb sneaks into your room at night?

That he fucks you while they sleep down the hall?

What the hell?

Another text comes through while I’m holding her phone.

There are things you need to know about the Asher family. Things only I can tell you. Do you know who you’re letting into your bed?

Rage coils in my throat.

Who thefuckdo they think they are?

Me

I will find you and put an end to this.

Silence.

I delete the whole thread. Margo doesn’t need to see this kind of filth. This person is getting out of control, and I’m going to stop it. Her phone goes off again in my hand.

Unknown

Hello, Caleb.

I stare at the text, then jump out of bed. Margo whimpers, rolling over into the space I leave behind, while I stare around her room. I’d understand if we were on the ground floor—at least that would explain a peeping Tom. But this?

Maybe a camera?

I tug on my boxers, glaring around the room, then set to work.

I move things. Lift baubles. I’m well aware that people make tiny cameras nowadays. It could be anywhere.

“Caleb?”

I glance behind me. “Shh.”

“What are you doing?”

“You have another hour to sleep,” I tell her, pushing books aside on the shelf. My eyes lock on to a ceramic mermaid. Raising it, I contemplate if it’s actually heavier than it should be, or if I’ve officially gone crazy.

I look back at Margo. If she’s asleep, I’ll leave it alone.

She’s not. She’s risen on her elbow, hair a mess, and she watches me with wide eyes.

“Where did you get this?” I hold it up, making sure not to aim the face at her. One of the eyes is too shiny—like glass. And when I use her phone’s flashlight, I can make out the tiniest little lens.

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