Page 84 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

I reach out blindly and stroke his cheek, curling into him. “Just a little nap.”

His chuckle is the last thing I remember before I drift off.

I wake up as he’s tugging me out of his car. I cringe, grabbing on to his wrists, and look around wildly. “What—”

“You were out,” he mutters. “And we can’t wait any longer, unless you want to be grounded for an eternity.”

I sigh. I’m suddenly on my feet, my arm looped over Caleb’s shoulder, and he leans down into me. We walk toward my house.

“Can you pretend to be more sober?”

“Aren’t I?”

“Aren’t you what?” He’s irritated.

We’re almost at the front door, I think.

“Sober,” I answer. Probably not, judging from his grunt.

“Your eyes are closed.”

“I’m just resting them.”

“How about you open them until I can get you up to your room?”

We somehow make it into the house, and I smile at Robert, who is waiting up for me without fail.

“You’re an hour late,” he says.

I cringe. “Uh-oh.”

He gets up and comes closer, and I tighten my grip in Caleb’s shirt.

“Are you drunk, Margo?” Robert asks.

“Not drunk per se,” I say. “I mean, it was just—”

“I’m going to get her upstairs,” Caleb says, pinching my side. “Sorry, Mr. Jenkins.”

Robert shakes his head. “Fine. We’ll discuss this in the morning.”

Caleb scoops me up and carries me to my room, laying me down on my bed. “You’re gonna have a hell of a hangover.”

I snort, touching his face again. “Yeah, maybe. Rescue me from the Jenkinses tomorrow. I’m gonna need it.”

“You got it.” He leans down and kisses my cheek, and then…

It’s cold in his absence. But in a matter of moments, it doesn’t really matter. I’m back asleep.

20

Caleb

Amelie is sitting on my bed when I get home.

“What are you doing here?” I raise an eyebrow. I’m all for a little excitement, but things are finally going smoother with Margo. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thrilled to finally get her to trust me. If I wasn’t positive Margo was passed out in her bed—the bed I just put her in—I’d be more inclined to drag Amelie out by her elbow.

She pushes her shoulders back and her chest forward. “You’re not happy I’m here?”

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