Page 85 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“Easy, little wolf.” Caleb snags me around my waist and pulling me between his legs.

Savannah stares at us like we’ve grown three heads. “But, you were ready to kill him…”

“A lot has changed.” I look her up and down slowly. All she did was want to replace Amelie. It shouldn’t have surprised me that she took over Amelie’s underhanded bitchiness, too.

Once a mean girl, always a mean girl.

Caleb leans forward and presses a kiss to my temple. He’s enjoying this, the bastard. Probably let Sav stay just close enough to get a rise out of me.

My ex-friend lifts her chin, glaring daggers through me. She slowly backs away, into her group of cheer friends. They’re all staring at Caleb and me, but I don’t give a fuck.

I turn and smack his chest lightly, frowning. “What was that?”

He grins. “I like seeing your possessive side.”

“If she so much as touches you—”

“No one will.” He grips my chin when I try to look away. “Hear this, Margo. I don’t take your promise lightly. Our game is between you and me.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” I whisper.

Something flashes across his face, but I don’t recognize the emotion. “That was then. And while you were always mine…”

Yeah, I didn’t want anything to do with his crazy ass. But now I do.

God help us.

He kisses my lips, then releases me. “Tell whoever your ride home is that I’m stealing you away after school.”

I nod, unable to speak. Part of me still hates him, and I don’t know how to grapple with the loathing that rises like bile in my throat. It comes out of nowhere.

I step away from him and clear my throat. “I’ll see you later.”

The rest of the day, I have the inexplicable urge to avoid him. He’s everywhere. Leaning over my chair in first period, his lips on my shoulder. Watching me move down the hall with Riley after second period, then third. Haunting my locker before fourth.

And I know, I just know, he’ll be waiting for me before lunch. I duck out of the class five minutes early, claiming to have cramps—it shuts up the teacher nicely—and hide in the bathroom outside the computer lab until the bell rings.

I wait until it’s silent, then tiptoe out. For a split second, I’m shocked that Caleb isn’t leaning against the door, my plan foiled.

Nope. Empty hallway.

I open the door and slip inside, scurrying to the back row of computers. Time flies by as I turn on a computer and begin my search. I pull out my lunch, giving it a fraction of my attention.

I’m lost in the interwebs when the computer lab door opens, and I instinctively duck down.

“It’s just me,” Riley says, laughing. She closes the door behind her and drops into the chair next to me. “Why are you in here with the lights off?”

“I figured Caleb would come searching for me,” I murmur. “And keep your voice down.”

I picked the last row strategically. Even if Caleb were to pop in here—which he wouldn’t—we’re out of sight of the window. I’m not taking any chances.

“Did you find anything?”

I shake my head. “There are fourteen attorneys named Tobias who practice in New York City. I’m going through the law firm websites right now, trying to find their pictures.”

Riley turns to the computer next to me. “Give me half, we can work through it until we have to go to class.”

I grin, pushing the paper between us. “You start at the bottom?”

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