Page 86 of Twisted Legacy

“Why should I believe you, after you’ve chased me through the woods and already admitted to wanting me incapacitated, so you can do whatever you want to me?”

He ignores my question, pulls the covers off of me and pushes me onto my side. “What are you doing?” I try to push back over, but he flips me onto my stomach and holds me down with his elbow on my back.

I’m not scared, he’s not hurting me, I’m just confused as to why he’s here and how he got into my room. Then I remember the last time he came in here with Finn through my balcony. He pushes my t-shirt up, running his hand over my shoulder in the spot where Wolfe says there’s an injection sight.

When he backs away, I scramble to sit up in bed, my back against the headboard, watching as he paces back and forth. Once again, I’m reminded that as unpredictable as Finn is, it’s Holden that holds back the most. He’s the deadliest. The real loose cannon. I study him, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head.

“Why are you here?”

“Nobody’s allowed to drug a legacy. They keep breaking the rules.”

The legacy rules. Right. “I’m not a legacy, so your rules don’t apply.”

“Just because you say you’re not doesn’t change the fact that you are, and it doesn’t give anyone the right to pretend otherwise.”

Following his logic, I say “You’re suggesting my refusal to accept this legacy title is the reason I got drugged?”

“Yes.”

“Doesn’t the almighty Trium’s words trump everything else? So in that regard, you saying I’m a legacy should be enough to make sure these things don’t happen.”

“Usually, but not in this case. There are some other legacies that are providing contradictory information to what we’re putting out.”

I snort and roll my eyes. “You mean Finn’s boo thang and her glitter posse?”

“Their parents too. It’s unheard of for a legacy bloodline to become defunct without the family actually dying off, and with the mystery surrounding your birth still under investigation, they are well within their rights to voice concern and disbelief.”

Smoothing my blanket across my legs, I say, “I’m with them. I disbelieve.”

“That’s why it’s in the hands of the validation committee, but Finn, Pax and I are here to help you adjust. Why don’t you want to be a legacy?”

“Seriously? Do you not think about the shit ya’ll say and do around here? Have you seen Eloise and her crew? I’m nothing like that. I would never want to be anything like that.”

“The title doesn’t make you an annoying bitch.”

“I have friends. I have a life. I’m not turning my back on that because of some title.”

“You mean Layla-Jean?”

“And Austin, and the things I like to do, which don’t include fancy brunches and manicures every Tuesday.”

“You don’t do those things anymore.”

My brows furrow in confusion. “What?”

“Hiking. Why don’t you do that anymore? You haven’t been to the oasis in the woods.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “How do you know about that?”

“I saw you.”

“Don’t you mean spied on me? When was this? Back when you were digging up shit to implode my life?”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “You were with Pax and Finn. Are you okay?”

“Huh?” I’m not following the topic shift, because I’m stuck on him spying on me and wondering how long and how much he saw.

“Last night, when you were on the poisoned shot. You let them fuck you. I thought you hated us.”

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