Page 42 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

I wince, then open my phone to Unknown’s conversation.

She scrolls through it, getting paler by the second. “Fucking hell, Margo. You kept this a secret?”

“I didn’t want to drag you into it,” I whisper. “I mean… I don’t know who it is.”

She blinks at me. “You suspected me.”

“Not directly.” I take my phone back and close out of my messages. The overwhelming majority of messages in that thread are from Unknown–my rare replies don’t seem to dissuade them. “I don’t think it’s you, Riley. Not anymore.”

“They were the ones who took the video? And leaked it.”

I sigh.

“And they sent the picture of you and Ian…”

“I don’t know why they did that.” I rub at my eyes. This no-makeup thing might work in my favor, because I have a feeling I’ll be scrubbing at my face a lot today. “They’re all about making my life miserable… but only on their terms, I guess. And they sure as hell don’t want me around Caleb.”

“They ask a lot of rhetorical fucking questions,” Riley says. “We know anyone like that?”

I laugh. “I doubt it’d be that easy… but Amelie said the text came from Savannah.”

Riley gasps. “Excuse me? I’m going to kill her.”

I grab her arm before she can lunge out of the car and ruin the start of my plan. “I don’t think it’s her.”

“Why?”

“Because…” I shrug. “I don’t know. It’s a gut feeling. Wasn’t she the one to stick up for me after I left?”

Riley shifts. “Yeah. Amelie is a dirty backstabbing snake. Savannah just kind of shunned you to survive. So maybe Savannah’s motive is—”

“Was she at the party?” I ask. “At Ian’s?”

“Um… No? I don’t remember.”

I groan. “There are so many questions and virtually no answers.”

We get out of the car and walk toward the courtyard. We cut it pretty close—the doors are going to open any minute. Even with snow on the ground, students mill around in sweatshirts. Some wear jackets, stomping their feet in the cold.

“They’ll probably start letting us go straight in,” Riley tells me. “The courtyard dramatics will be a thing of the past.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing.” Except today… today there will be dramatics. I realize that as soon as we round the corner and my eyes go to Caleb.

He’s standing with his friends—all of them except Eli, who’s absent—and Amelie. And four other cheerleaders.

His gaze lands on me, and he raises his eyebrows.

“Why is he looking at you like that?” Riley whispers.

“Probably because I told him we’re done.” I match her volume. “Multiple times.”

It’s like he can hear me, because his lips purse. He slips away from his group and walks toward me.

I hold my breath.

“Maybe he forgot,” Riley offers, covering her smile with her hand. “I mean, you gotta admit—he’s hot for you.”

I glare at her. “He sabotaged me, Ri.”

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