Page 166 of Wicked Promises (Fallen Royals 3)

“Testing?” I joke.

“You need to get him to admit to taking a bribe,” Detective Masters says. “And whatever else he tells you will be icing on the cake. Okay?”

My smile fades. “Got it.”

“Am I going?” Margo asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“No,” Masters says at the same time.

We glare at each other.

“She’s coming with me.” I’m not letting her out of my sight.

He sighs. “Fine. If anything goes south, you just say something about the weather—like, ‘I hear we’re going to have a hot summer.’ Some shit like that. Got it?”

“Yep.”

“What if he brings up the weather?” Margo asks.

Detective Masters groans. “Get creative.”

Josh frowns. “I don’t have a good feeling about this. What do you think will come of this?”

The detective’s gaze bounces around the three of us, then finally settles on Margo. “Claire told us that your mother’s affair with Ben Asher was planned between her and Lydia.”

I squint.

“Because of Hanna,” Margo says. Her voice is so low, we almost miss it. “This whole thing started because Lydia couldn’t keep her legs shut?”

I hide my smile behind my hand. My little wolf is coming back to herself.

“Ah—”

“Don’t answer that, Detective,” Josh says. “Let’s get this show on the road. I’d like nothing more than for this day to be over.”

We make the short trek to Tobias’s law firm. It’s just two blocks away, but Josh and the detective insist on driving. Carver nods at us from an unmarked car parked on the street. The van just ahead of her is probably filled with police officers. Or maybe it’s just one lonely tech listening to my breathing.

“You’re on your own from here,” Masters says. “Remember—”

“Weather means help,” I say. “Got it.”

“Good luck,” Josh says.

I take Margo’s hand as we walk into the building. “I can’t believe you came here without me.”

“What was I supposed to do? Ask you to accompany me while I ask him about my dad?” She shakes her head. “You didn’t believe me.”

“I do now,” I say. “Ever since I talked to him. Maybe even before that.”

She glances up at me. “Really?”

“Yes. I want your dad out of prison. I swear it.”

She smiles. “Thank you.”

I call elevator, and the doors slide open immediately. I hit the button for the law firm’s level, and the doors close. Silence descends. I’m too aware of the tape on my skin. The way Margo keeps sucking her lower lip into her mouth. If she wasn’t holding my hand, she’d be scratching her wrist. And… the silence is getting to me. Maybe my nerves are frayed from the day we’ve had, because a strange feeling is bubbling up inside me.

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