Page 12 of Wicked Games

My next stop is Theo’s house. As much as I’d love to barge into Amelie’s home, it wouldn’t do me any good. So I’m sending someone who can be a little more persuasive.

Theo and the Page girls have history. Amelie’s sister goes to Lion’s Head, our rival school in the neighboring town of Beacon. But because Amelie attends Emery-Rose… Lucille has always hung around. To say her and Theo somehow got off on the wrong foot would be putting it mildly.

But while there’s no love lost between them, there’s a weird sort of kinship, too.

I don’t get it. I don’t try to get it.

Theo meets me in the driveway, his eyebrow raised. Already expecting me to ask him something—because why else would I show up unannounced?

“Margo’s missing,” I tell him.

His expression doesn’t change.

“She might be at the Page house.”

He snorts. “She might decide to hide in a bed of vipers, too.”

“You want to go find out or what?” I snap.

Time tugs on my skin.

Every second that passes, she’s getting farther away from me. Every bone in my body needs to know where Margo is. She can’t run away. She isn’t in control.I am.

But right now, I don’t think that’s quite true. She got the upper hand on me.

“Where are you going?” Theo questions.

“Dunley’s, then Fletcher.” I shake my head, already mentally crossing off Savannah Dunley from my list. “Maybe straight to Ian’s. The fucker deserves to be hit again.”

I’ve already been suspended from hockey for six weeks. I’ve got nothing left to lose, except perhaps the rest of my season. And there, my goal of playing hockey in college would most likely sputter out.

Nothing beats the impending doom of being forced into a job I don’t want like hockey does.

Theo’s eyes darken. “And the video?”

“Apparently it came from Savannah.” I lift my shoulder. I don’t know how much truth to put into that. Savannah holds grudges, sure, but I wouldn’t have expected this from her.

It’s a bit too conniving. More on Amelie’s level…

“Another reason to visit her first,” Theo reasons.

I sigh. Savannah and Amelie were Margo’s best friends. Now, they’re causing more trouble than they’re worth. But unfortunately, we don’t live in a society where I can just bury them in the backyard.

“Your uncle is going to be pissed,” he adds.

I don’t need to be told that. I know it. I live it.

“I’m giving you a shot at Page, and you’re still flapping your lips.”

His chuckle follows me back to my car. Fuck him. He’ll help, but he’ll do it in his own time. And maybe he’s right: I should clean up the video. It spread faster than I anticipated, and Savannah’s phone was just the catalyst.

She didn’t record it.

I dial a number I memorized a long time ago.

“Yes?”

“Do you have a death wish?” I bark.

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