Page 46 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“Fair point. Ah, shit, she’s already here. Okay, fine. You text her, and we’ll just wait.” She parks on the street behind Savannah’s car.

The three of us climb out and head up the front walkway. Savannah keeps flipping her hair back like a nervous habit.

Lenora isn’t home yet, and Robert sounded like the meeting might take a while. We spread our things out at the kitchen island, the two of them claiming stools while I grab drinks.

“You make yourself at home here, huh?” Savannah asks.

Riley chokes. “Excuse you?”

Savannah glances at her, cracking a can of soda open. “I mean…”

I cross my arms.

“I just…” Savannah struggles. “Okay, sorry, I’m an idiot.”

“This is my home,” I say quietly. I acknowledge in the back of my mind that this is the first time I’ve admitted it.

“I’m sorry.”

Riley shakes her head. “This was a mistake, Margo.”

Savannah glares at her. “I’m trying. I’ve had Amelie in my ear this whole semester—”

“You wanted this truce, or whatever this is,” I remind her. I’m not in the mood to get fucked over by Savannah Dunley, especially after the trick Amelie pulled.

She takes a deep breath, then sticks out her hand. “I apologize, Margo. Sincerely. And my friends call me Sav.”

I shake her hand.

Riley does the same, squeezing hard enough to make my old best friend wince.

“Okay,” Riley says. “Let’s get to work.”

Sav raises an eyebrow. “You two been plotting without me?”

I grin. “We’re going to dethrone the king.”

11

Caleb

Liam looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. And maybe I have.

“What?” My voice is low.

“Nothing,” he says, glancing away.

I clench my jaw. Amelie is heading back in our direction, a small smile on her lips. Margo got in Riley’s car without so much as glancing over at us, so the ruse can drop—except Amelie doesn’t get the memo. She sits beside me and drapes her arm around my shoulders, leaning into me.

She has on a jacket and boots, while we’re in sweatpants and t-shirts. The snow melted during the day, but the air is still brisk.

I stand, knocking her away. “Fuck off,” I growl at her.

She blinks up at me from the ground. “What?”

“You heard me.”

Liam snickers.

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