Page 65 of Wicked Games

Riley

Too late.

I stuff my phone into my bag.

Now… well, nothing I can do about it. Just a little way to dig Caleb farther into the pit with his hockey coach. Maybe it’s not a great time to be making an enemy of Caleb Asher, but I just can’t resist.

After all, this is a drop in the bucket compared to what he did to me.

Nothing happens the rest of the morning. I meet Riley at the doors to the library, and we eat in nervous silence.

Waiting for another shoe to drop.

We thought about targeting Amelie and Savannah, but I’m still unfortunately blanking. And Unknown has remained silent—for which I’m grateful.

The doors open, and footsteps approach.

Ian saunters toward us, a weird smile on his asshole face. “Caught you.”

I scowl. “Caught us doing what? Eating lunch?”

“I knew you were up to something fishy. Coach is on a rampage.”

Uh-oh.

“No one knows, yet,” Ian adds. “I just happened to be passing by his office when he started cursing. Rage like that doesn’t stay contained for long, though.”

His gaze switches to Riley.

“Do you ever speak? Or just shoot withering looks everywhere?”

She glares at him.

He sighs and picks at his nails. “I admire the way you get under Caleb’s skin so easily, Margo. It’s the kind of move I wish Ihad more finesse in. Because you were buried in there, and when you left, you damn near ripped his heart out.”

My mouth drops open.

“I don’t think you understand how cruel a hurting boy can be,” he adds. “And I’m not going to rehash everything, but let’s just say, he was a feral animal until Eli, Liam, and Theo came along. Somehow, they managed to get him under control.”

“They don’t control him,” I say. “They just…”

“They get it,” Riley says. “Eli?—”

“Oh, bore.” Ian pretends to fall asleep. “Save the psychoanalysis for someone who cares. I just wanted to let you two know that whatever you’re planning, it’s too late to stop.”

He leaves us to sit in silence.

“The people in this school are sick,” Riley murmurs. “I thought I knew the extent of it, but I had no idea.”

Right.

Suddenly, the library doors crash open again, and the hockey coach appears around the corner.

“You,” he barks at me.

I jump.

“With me. Right now.”

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