Page 3 of Wicked Games

I pound my hands on the steering wheel again, in rapid succession.

Slowly, I drop the walls around the demons I keep locked away. It’s nice to let the darkness take over. Fury washes through me, but it’s calm, liquid ice.

Margo Wolfe may have run away, but I’m going to find her and bring her back, even if it kills me.

We’re not done.

Eventually, she’ll shatter for me, and the game will finally be over.

Chapter 2

Margo

Icouldn’t go anywhere I knew he would find me.

Because hewouldfind me.

I have no doubt that, as easily as he hurt the Bryans, he would come for me. Something broke him. Something fucked up in our past. For some reason, I can’t fathom what it is. Whether I’ve been lied to, am misremembering things, or blocked it out of my memory…

The truth will set me free.

It tugs at my memory, but it’s just out of reach.

I ring the doorbell and take a quick step back. A minute passes, then a voice shouts for me to hold on. The door swings open.

Ian Fletcher scowls down at me.

Honestly? This is the last place I want to go. My stomach still aches from the force of his kicks, and the bite mark has barely scabbed over. The idea that Ian has marked me permanently—because it will probably scar—turns my stomach.

And yet…

“You said you hated Caleb more than me.” I’m not going for subtlety here. I’m desperate, and I’m so out of options it isn’tfunny. It was never funny in the first place. “Well, now’s your chance.”

He raises his eyebrows. “My chance for what?”

“I hate him, too.”

“And?”

“And…” I grimace. “I’m what he wants. What he’s fixated on. So here’s my one-time offer. Use me against him.”

We watch each other for a moment while he thinks through what I just said. What I’m giving him on a silver fucking platter.

He could easily slam the door in my face, and I’d be screwed. I have no doubt Caleb would find me at Riley’s house, and I don’t know where else I could go. He’d find me anywhere else.

Ian pulls the door open wider.

I exhale, relief building, and I slip past him. I’ve been here before, but it looks different when it’s not packed with students. The house is actually set up nicely, although it’s pristine in the way showrooms are.

Does anyone actually live here?

He brushes past me, and I trail after him.

Is this madness? Probably. But what option do I have against Caleb?

In the end, Caleb hurt me, too. Ian’s wounds have mostly healed, but I doubt Caleb’s betrayal ever will. It burns under my skin like a living thing.

The house is nearly silent. Just our footsteps and my quiet breath.

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