Page 18 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

He’s drunk. He wobbles, then saunters toward me. “Best run off to your room before I do something I shouldn’t.”

My stomach flips. He would do something. Kick me, kiss me. I don’t want to know. I back into the counter, knocking over cups. I feel my way to the door, glaring while he laughs.

Once I’m out of the kitchen, I bolt.

He doesn’t chase me, but I run like he is. I unlock the door to his bedroom with shaky fingers and grab my bag, slipping into the pink bedroom. I shove the dresser in front of the door and exhale sharply.

He shouldn’t be able to get in. No one should.

I survey my handiwork, then flop back on the bed.

I’ve had a night.

My emotions are all over the place.

Pushing everything down, I crawl farther up the bed and curl into a ball. Sleep will cure everything. I hope.

6

Caleb

I let Margo have the night. I’m not an idiot—I know what today cost her.

But the important thing is that we’re on the same page. Neither of us are going anywhere. She needs to know how it feels to be systematically crushed.

And then we’ll see how well she puts herself back together.

“I was going to call you.” Theo leans against his car, and he straightens as I walk up the driveway. “But I figured you might be busy.”

I stifle a laugh. “You find Amelie?”

He follows me into Eli’s house. “She wasn’t home.”

I grunt.

“You found Margo.”

“Indeed I did.” I flick the lights on. I leave my shoes at the door and lead the way to the basement. “Why are you here?”

He shrugs. “Figured you might do something stupid.”

“Like?”

“Kill Ian.”

I chuckle. “I thought about it.”

“Everyone’s talking about how you kicked them out of Ian’s house,” he says, throwing himself down on my couch.

Margo and I sat there not too long ago. She was the last person down here besides me.

I shake my head. “We needed privacy.”

“That usually includes a room, you know? A locked door.”

“She’s turning into a ghost,” I say to my dresser. I yank out a clean t-shirt. “She needed reviving.”

“Is that what you were doing?” He scowls.

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