Page 164 of Wicked Promises (Fallen Royals 3)

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“I didn’t do it,” I finish lamely. I’m back to inspecting my nails, like I’d be able to see a trace of the past in them.

He’s been staring at me while I relayed what I remember, but now…

“God,” he chokes out.

This is where he says it was only revenge, and now that the need for it is suddenly gone…

I lick my lips, imagining I can still taste his goodbye kiss on my lips. We could’ve died. He could’ve died. That was where things were heading. After all, Claire was disintegrating before our eyes.

How long would it have taken for Caleb to bleed out if she shot him?

“Stop,” he orders.

I blink at him.

“Your thoughts are turning bleak, love.”

Josh has been listening in silence, but now he says, “We’re coming up on it now.”

I lean toward the window. “This feels… familiar.”

Caleb smirks. “Because we came here when we got our masks.”

“You left me in the lobby.”

His smirk widens into a grin. “Yep.”

Josh shakes his head.

We park in a garage, circling down until we get to an empty row of spaces. One of the spots has a placard engraved with, Josh Black, Esq.

“Fancy,” I say.

“Beats hunting for a spot,” he answers.

We all pile out and into the elevator.

“What did you come here for before?” I ask.

“Any time David wants to make big changes, Caleb signs off on them,” Josh answers. “While it first appeared that David had full control over Caleb’s assets, there were strict rules implemented to keep everyone honest. It requires continual upkeep.”

“Until now,” Caleb mutters.

His firm is a lot like Tobias’s. On a high floor, with huge windows letting light stream into offices and the bullpen. No one is around at this time of evening. The sun has set, casting everything in a twilight-blue hue.

He flips on the light, and we head to his office.

I sit on the couch, pulling my legs up so I can wrap my arms around them. Josh goes to his filing system, locating a thick envelope. Caleb and him go to the desk, and they both pore over it.

Finally, Caleb taps a paragraph. “I knew it!”

I sit up straighter. “What?”

He grins at me. “If Uncle is arrested, all assets immediately revert back to me.”

I bolt to my feet. “You—”

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