Page 84 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“Ish,” I cut in.

“Back together-ish,” Riley amends. “Whatever that means. You forgave him.”

“Yeah.”

“And what about your dad? Are you going to visit him…?”

I flinch. “I don’t know. Why would I?”

“Because from how your face gets weird when you talk about him—and I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve actually mentioned him—it sounds like you still…” She shrugs, pulling into the school’s parking lot. “Like, I don’t know. He was the good parent, wasn’t he?”

“Forcibly taken away instead of choosing to leave me?” I laugh. “I guess. Except he chose to deal drugs. Or take drugs and get caught. However it happened. So, yeah. Even if it doesn’t appear like he decided to leave, he did.”

I can’t think about this now.

“I’m going to the computer lab at lunch.”

“What are we going to do about Savannah?” she asks. We get out and head toward school. “I mean, she totally thought that if you got on Caleb’s bad side and Amelie was taken out, she could just swoop in and steal Caleb.”

I whirl toward her. “What?”

Riley snorts. “You didn’t see that coming? I’ll admit that I didn’t either—until she took credit for Amelie running away…”

“Ah, fuck.”

She elbows me. “But you and Caleb are back together-ish.”

We walk into the cafeteria and stop dead. Savannah is sitting as close as humanly possible next to Caleb. To his credit, he looks unamused. His attention lands on me.

“Why isn’t he moving away?”

“Maybe he’s waiting for her to make a fool of herself.”

I glance at Riley. “Unknown finally made a reappearance. Seemed under the impression that Caleb and I were done for.”

“And last Savannah knew, you and Caleb were on the outs…”

“Last anyone at school knew,” I admit. “Seeing as how I don’t think anyone knew we borrowed Eli’s truck so I could see him.”

Savannah stands, raising her arms above her head. Her cheerleading uniform stretches across her breasts, her stomach bare. Some schools require the cheer team to be covered from shoulders to mid-thigh, but apparently Emery-Rose’s dress code is slacking.

One of her manicured hands reaches out, grazing Caleb’s face. He shakes his head and leans away from her, but it’s too late.

I see red.

“I’m going to do something stupid,” I warn Riley.

She only has time to raise her eyebrow, and then I’m off. I weave through the tables, stomping right up to Caleb. I’ll have none of that bullshit with Savannah, Amelie, anyone.

“Hey,” I say, catching Savannah’s attention. Caleb’s gaze hasn’t left me, but I surprise her.

“Margo!” She puts her hand on Caleb’s arm. “We were just—”

“Back off.” I grab her by her wrist and fling it away.

“Excuse—”

“Yeah, excuse you,” I snap. I’m boiling over. She touched him like—like—

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