Page 63 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

I was supposed to go to tryouts and watch Caleb get reamed out by his coach. Maybe he’d even be forced to try out, too, and suffer the consequences of being a total asshole. But I should’ve expected that Coach Marzden wouldn’t follow the rules. Sav mentioned he was once held in as high regard as the golden boys are. He was a legend back in his day.

And now… he shapes other legends.

He’s going to let Caleb get away with it, I can feel it in my bones. No matter what I say, Coach and Caleb have more of a bond… or something. I don’t fucking know.

Amelie will get brought down by Sav’s side of the plan. But me?

I’m afraid I might be on the receiving end of Caleb’s anger.

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“A liar, hmm?” Coach asks me. “What am I going to do with you?”

I grunt. “I wasn’t lying. We’re dating. She just doesn’t want to see reason.”

Every fiber of my being chants, She’s mine, she’s mine. It isn’t my fault she doesn’t see it. That she doesn’t agree. She eventually will. And I can’t even be mad that she’s finally showing a spine.

Not such a little sheep after all.

No, Margo’s becoming a wolf, and God does that turn me on.

I’m a sick fucker, thinking about Margo while Coach is glaring at me. I think he realizes that, because his face contorts.

“Do I strip you of the captaincy?”

I stare at him.

“Maybe call your mother?”

He’s fishing for a punishment that will hurt the most.

“Your uncle would probably have something to say,” Coach says. His eyes gleam, showing me a side of him that he rarely lets out. He’s as twisted as me.

“Coach—”

“You’re going to make me the list of colleges that you’re applying to, and I’ll have a chat with your uncle about your behavior. You’re coming off the rails, son.”

Ridiculous. I stand. “That it?”

He stands, too. “The list by the end of next week, or you’re off the team.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

“You heard me. I’m sure the guys will be able to pick up the slack.”

I bite my cheek. “You got it.”

“Oh, and Caleb? Don’t bother going to tryouts. I don’t want to see your face until next week.”

He’s dead serious.

My whole body gets hot. I storm out without looking back, doing my best to control my fury. Everything is slipping out of my control. Instead of going to class, I go to the greenhouse and pace. Uncle is going to retaliate against me—it’s just a matter of time. The longer he takes, the more I’m going to fixate on it.

The bell rings, and I head toward Mr. Jenkins’s class. Margo will probably avoid me, and that’s for the best.

I stop dead.

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