Page 41 of Ruthless Legacy

Everyone else is in the car except Archer who is leaning against the bonnet, arms folded and a scowl burning into the back of Silver’s retreating figure.

“You going to stand and glare at the back of his head all night, or are we going?” I ask him as I walk past him and climb into the back of the car and take a seat next to Seb.

A second later, Archer climbs in beside me. There isn’t a lot of space with the two of them in the back here. Rafe starts the engine and turns up the music. Rita Ora sings about a boy being her poison and I can’t help but chuckle to myself. Archer Savage is my poison. He’s no good for me, but I still want him.

“What did he want then?” he asks me, and I can tell it’s killing him that he doesn’t know what Damon said to me. I could lie and say he asked to see me some time, but I don’t want to put a target on Damon’s head. I kind of like the guy, as a friend.

“He warned me to be careful of Chester, my grandfather’s partner’s son. Do you know him?”

Archers shakes his head. “He doesn’t go to college around here. I’ve seen him a few times in the Country Club.”

“Want me to get some intel on him?” Seb asks, and Archer nods his head and says, “Might be worth checking him out.”

“You guys can do that?” I ask, looking from one to the other. They both grin at each other.

“Little Red, there’s nothing we can’t dig up on someone. Why, we knew all about you within twenty-four hours of you being here.”

I shake my head. This is really a world away from the one I knew. Who knew a sleepy coastal town in the East of England had weird old societies and traditions with seventeen-year-old boys who held so much control just from their surnames and their birth right.

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