Page 29 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“They took you back.” He puts his elbows on the desk.

Our faces are inches apart—but I’m not going to back down from this challenge. My gaze goes from his eyes to his lips and back again.

I’ve called him many things in my head.

Demon.

Monster.

Bully.

The most accurate? Devil.

Every word out of his mouth is a damn lie.

“I’m not doing this with you,” I snap.

He smirks. “I think you will.”

“We’re over, Caleb.” I flash him my bare wrist.

Yesterday, I removed it and set it back on the dresser, right where he had first placed it—and where he stole it again. I’m curious to see if he’ll know that I know.

If he’ll think to even look there.

I kept the key. It seemed more valuable than not, and it sits at the bottom of my bag. Better safe than sorry. And who would think twice about a rusted old key?

He grabs my wrist, his lips pressing into a thin line. He’s still wearing his. It doesn’t appear feminine on him. Quite the opposite.

Who knew?

I let him push my sleeve up. Maybe he thinks it’s a trick.

Nothing but skin, baby.

He growls under his breath. It could be an accidental slip because I got to him. Surprised him for once. Or it could be part of the game. Another lie.

This just in: we’re playing my game now.

I smile. “We’re done here.”

He straightens, fingers slipping off my skin. “We’ll see.”

He returns to his seat, and I exhale. One encounter down… just a million more to go. But I can’t help the smile that creeps across my face.

Margo: 1

Caleb: 0

The bell rings, and I stand. Savannah shuffles along behind me, muttering. Her attitude—feigned interest and then an abrupt change—piques my interest. I slow down in the hallway, waiting for her to pass me. Her class is a few down from my next one.

She hesitates next to me. “You’re going to try and take down the golden boys?”

I raise an eyebrow.

“What’s that look for?”

“Who told you that?” I ask in return.

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