Page 90 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Riley’s eyebrows crease, and Savannah is suddenly in my path.

“Following in Mommy dearest’s footsteps, Sheep?” She laughs. “It only took a few weeks for your true colors to come out.”

I shake my head and push past her. Stares follow me.

Riley rushes toward me, towing me back in the direction we came. Out into the parking lot.

“Oh my god, Margo!”

I flinch. “What? Why is everyone acting so weird?”

She bites her lip, pulling me farther away from the courtyard. Even as kids filter in, they throw me weird looks.

“Um, everyone got an email this morning…”

I shake my head. “I didn’t.”

“It’s…”

My stomach drops at the expression on her face.

“Riley,” I snap, “spit it out. Please.”

She opens her email and passes me her phone.

It’s a picture. Much like the video Unknown sent me, this has Caleb and me in high-definition. His lips are on my neck. His hand is clearly down my pants. My eyes are closed, lips parted. Hell, I look like I could be orgasming. I’m… disgraced.

There’s no more air in my lungs.

She grabs my shoulder, and suddenly I’m sitting on the ground.

“Breathe,” she says, rubbing my back. “It’s okay. It’s not even…”

“I can’t,” I choke out. “I can’t do this. I can’t go in there.”

How could Unknown do this to me? Especially since I did nothing to them. Nothing. And with a single email, my life just got ten times worse.

“Given the circumstances, I think they’d understand if we skipped… oh no.”

I lift my head.

Caleb storms toward us. His face is impossibly angry.

He doesn’t stop until he’s right in front of us. He pulls me to my feet by my wrists, although I’m not sure I can stay standing. My knees wobble.

“She’s hyperventilating,” Riley says.

He touches my cheek.

I can’t stop gasping. Something heavy has planted itself on my chest. I grab at his shirt, my eyes wide.

“Panic attack,” Riley says. “Honestly, I don’t even blame her. But it’s going to be okay, Margo. It’s just a picture.”

“Give us a minute,” Caleb growls, not tearing his attention away from my face.

I feel like a damn fish gaping for air.

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