Page 64 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

If I go into that class and she doesn’t so much as fucking look at me, I’m going to lose it.

“Caleb?”

I spin around, meeting Margo’s gaze.

“Are you…?”

“Okay?” I finish. “Just dandy.”

She moves around me, and I follow. Again. I can’t help it.

“You didn’t tell me you were being harassed.”

She glances back. “I thought it might be you.”

“What convinced you it wasn’t?”

“Nothing,” she says. “It could still be you.”

I grunt. “It isn’t.”

She spins around, pushing me against a wall. I widen my eyes, breath caught in my throat. Damn it, that was sexy.

“Savannah texted you the photo of Ian and me,” she says. “True or false?”

“True.”

“Unknown sent me the same picture.” She bites her lip. “I don’t think it’s Savannah. It can’t be.”

I shrug. “I can’t help you.”

She leans into me, rising on her toes to meet my gaze. “Why not?”

Because I have an idea of who’s texting you, and it might kill you.

I lift my hand, wrapping it around a lock of her hair. “You’re beautiful when you’re mad.”

She frowns. “I’m not.”

“You are,” I argue. Her hair slips through my fingers. I touch her neck, enjoying her slight shiver. I doubt she even notices. But she’s letting me run my fingers down her shoulder and back up.

I cup the back of her neck, and she just exhales slightly.

My chest aches.

I lean down, stopping just before my lips brush hers.

“You wrote the note,” I whisper.

She tries to jerk back, but I hold her fast. I might be backed up against the wall, but we’ve traded control.

“You wrote it hoping to get back at me, didn’t you? You wanted to pin it on the person texting you because it’s the most believable lie.” I lick my lips, and my tongue touches hers, too.

Her whole body hitches.

“I did,” she says. “I wanted you to feel—”

“The pain you felt?” My grip on her neck tightens. “Newsflash, little wolf. I’ve been carrying this feeling around since I was ten. And you just—”

---