Page 9 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

He leaves, and I stare down at the apple in my hands. My appetite has fled, along with my sanity.

I don’t know where the hell my mother is—but now I’m even more convinced that she’s the one with the answers. Step one: find her. Step two: hope her mind hasn’t deteriorated enough to give me some goddamn answers.

And there’s Tobias, too…

So many freaking questions.

Plus the leaked video, and Caleb’s betrayal, and Ian decided to throw a party.

I set the bitten apple on the table and go back to the pink room. I flop on the bed and consider Ian’s words. Slowly, I toe off my shoes, letting them fall to the floor.

You wouldn’t let Caleb near you.

My head pounds. I drape my arm over my eyes, blocking out the light.

What’s the truth?

What’s a lie?

We may never know.

4

Caleb

I stalk into Riley’s house.

There’s a commotion above my head, so I go to the stairs. We came here once—Eli and I—when Riley was piss drunk. That was before Margo arrived at school, and Eli was still the source of Riley’s misery. They’ve since shifted into something else.

Still, the layout isn’t rocket science. It’s hazily familiar. I climb the stairs and stop in front of her bedroom.

The door is locked.

I could pick it if I wanted to—if I had the patience for it. But patience isn’t something I’m known for. Not now, with intoxicating anger flowing through me. I take a step back and kick, smashing her door open.

Eli and Riley are going at it, and she screams when the door flies in.

“Fuck, dude!” Eli yells. He doesn’t even flinch at his nakedness, the arrogant asshole. He just puts his hand on Riley’s shoulder and twists halfway toward me.

I glower at him, then shift my attention to Riley.

She’s desperately trying to cover herself, but my friend is still impaled in her pussy. She couldn’t go anywhere if she tried. I can’t see anything, of course. Just Eli’s white ass and her thigh. And her breasts. But they don’t hold appeal for me.

“Where is Margo?”

Her red face suddenly goes white. “What?”

I lean against the doorframe, trying not to seethe.

“You’re her best friend, Appleton. Where. Is. She?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “Can you leave?”

Eli shakes his head. “Margo run away?”

I glare at him.

His gaze moves from me down to Riley, a contemplative look on his face. He rotates his hips, and her eyes flutter closed.

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