Page 11 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“You want to go find out or what?” I snap.

Time tugs on my skin. It’s odd to feel utterly helpless. Every bone in my body needs to know where Margo is. She can’t run away. She isn’t in control. I am.

“Where are you going?”

“Dunley’s, then Fletcher.” I shake my head. “Maybe Ian’s first. The fucker deserves to be hit.”

Theo’s eyes darken. “And the video?”

“Apparently it came from Savannah.”

“Another reason to visit her first.”

I sigh. Savannah and Amelie were Margo’s best friends. They’re causing more trouble than they’re worth at this point. But unfortunately, we don’t live in a society where I can just bury them in the backyard.

“Your uncle is going to be pissed.” Theo crosses his arms.

“I’m giving you a shot at Page, and you’re still flapping your lips.”

His chuckle follows me back to my car. Fuck him. He’ll help, but he’ll do it in his own time. And maybe he’s right: I should clean up the video. It spread faster than I anticipated, and Savannah’s phone was just the catalyst. I know she didn’t record it.

I dial a number I memorized a long time ago.

“Yes?”

“Do you have a death wish?” I ask.

They swallow.

“Get rid of it.”

“What?”

“Get rid of the fucking video—get it off every phone, every server, or so help me God, I will ruin your life.”

Silence.

Then, “You didn’t like the angle?”

I growl.

“Fine. Consider it done,” they say.

I know Margo isn’t with Savannah. Maybe she would’ve gone there if Sav wasn’t so hurt by my using her. No, she’d do anything to get back in my good graces—including tell me if Margo showed up.

That leaves one option.

I crack my neck. This is going to feel good.

Next stop: Ian Fletcher’s house.

Margo

I wake up to Ian watching me. Again.

“This isn’t going to work.” I need to leave—or that door needs a lock.

The room is cast in shadow. Only the light from the hallway illuminates a vertical bar across his body.

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