Page 153 of Vengeful Princess

I could hardly drop a bag of pills in there.

And besides, I couldn’t do it to him.

Part of me had known this as soon as Torrance handed me the drugs. The threats made no difference. Cassian didn’t deserve to be painted as a drug addled high-society waste of oxygen. He wasn’t like that.

The Cassian I knew worked hard, cared about the people in his circle, and had treated me with respect, even though he didn’t trust me. I’d done many terrible things in my time, but I couldn’t do this.

If the police arrived and found drugs in the suite, the news would taint Landon too. While his reputation would probably recover, the moment he discovered it was me who planted the drugs, he’d hate me.

And I wasn’t sure if I’d survive if Landon hated me.

I’d tried so hard to keep him at arm’s length, but he’d burrowed his way under my skin and now he was in my heart.

God, I was stupid.

The first rule of assassin’s club was don’t form an emotional attachment to your mark. Not that I had any intention of killing Landon or Cassian. But still, emotional attachments clouded one’s judgment, which was why I was in this goddamn mess.

If I’d done as Torrance told me, let myself into Cassian’s suite while he wasn’t there, planted the drugs, and left, I could have been half-way back to college by now. Or on my way home.

Instead, here I was, locked in a hotel bathroom while two Adonises lay sprawled out in the bedroom, fast asleep.

Having a three-way with Landon and Cassian had never been on my bingo card for this evening, but now, after the fact, it was hard to summon much regret. Not for the sex at least. The rest of the night was a dumpster fire, but my pussy thrummed with happiness.

If only I could get my shit together and figure out what to do with the drugs.

I pulled the small bag from my purse. It wasn’t a massive quantity of MDMA, but enough to cause a lot of shit for Cassian and Landon. It would also blow a massive hole in Landon’s story, the one he planned to concoct for the cougar bitch in the morning.

My lip curled with disgust at the thought of her wrinkly hands all over my man. If I saw her, I’d make her regret any lustful thoughts she’d ever had about him.Disgusting fucking predatory bitch. She was probably married, too. Skanks like that usually were.

I huffed some more while ignoring my reflection in the huge baroque mirror above the vanity. I didn’t need a mirror to know I looked well-fucked with a side of dark circles beneath my eyes. It was nothing a hot bath and a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix.

Time was running out. Any minute now, one of my gorgeously sexy fuck buddies would wake. And yes, I was calling them fuck buddies because any other label smacked of permanence.

The pills reminded me of colored candy. I stared at them for a moment and then dropped them all into the toilet. One flush and they were gone. All that remained was the plastic bag, which I cut into small pieces and then flushed that too.

When there was nothing left, I combed through my hair with my fingers, splashed my face with cold water, and left the bathroom.

“You OK?” Landon asked in a sleepy voice as I crawled into bed next to him.

“Mmm,” I mumbled, not wanting to talk right now. It was barely 5 in the morning and we all needed more sleep.

He pulled me closer and drifted back to sleep. I closed my eyes while listening to the steady thump of his heart, content now the pills were gone and no harm could come to Cassian or Landon because of me. On my other side, Cassian rolled over and nuzzled the back of my neck, sandwiching me between them.

I felt safe.

Wewere safe.

For now, at least.

Once Torrance realized I’d not done my job, I wasn’t safe at all.

Just as I started to drift off, I heard a loud banging on the suite door. Landon grumbled but his eyes stayed shut while Cassian sat up, instantly awake. I reached for him, intending to ask if he was expecting visitors, but then we heard the sound of the door lock disengaging and people entering the suite.

“Police!”

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