Page 84 of Wicked Promises (Fallen Royals 3)

“No,” Riley says through gritted teeth. “I’m not going anywhere with you ever again.”

He tilts his head. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’re…” She swallows and looks away. “You’re a miserable, lying asshole, and I can’t be around you anymore.”

My gaze bounces from her to Eli, whose face is a blank mask. I glance at Caleb, raising my eyebrow.

He shrugs.

“Riley—”

“Don’t!” she shrieks. She reaches into the box and pulls out a shirt, chucking it at him. “Take back all of your shit, Eli, and maybe I’ll finally be able to forget about you.”

He flinches.

“I’m sorry, Margo.” Her gaze goes to me. “I just, I can’t—”

She upends the box, spilling clothes and random knickknacks across the floor.

I take a step forward, but that just makes her bolt.

I chase her as far as the door, but she’s in her car and out on the street too fast. I can’t follow her. I’ve never wanted to be able to drive so badly.

“Leave her,” Eli says behind me. His voice is wooden.

I glance back at him, then out into the street.

He’s picking up his belongings, stuffing them back into the box, but his movements are robotic. I can’t tell if he’s pretending to be okay with her reaction or if he saw it coming.

“You okay?” I ask.

He finishes gathering his things and stands, putting it under his arm. “Me? Perfectly fine, Wolfe.”

I sit back down. He drops the box next to the couch and disappears down the hall, reappearing a moment later with what looks like expensive vodka.

“Nothing but the best for me,” he murmurs, uncapping it and taking a sip straight from the bottle. He makes a face. “Okay, proceed.”

His friends eye him, then turn back to me.

“Under normal circumstances, we’d probably be focused on what the fuck just happened,” Liam says. “But…”

Eli chuckles darkly. “Yeah. But… Margo and Caleb’s fate is a bit more important than my relationship going up in flames.”

“Do you know why she—?”

“If I had any fucking clue, I wouldn’t still be sitting here with you all.” Eli shrugs.

Caleb clears his throat. “Margo, I’m just gonna blurt this out.”

I wave him to proceed, my throat suddenly tight.

“The car belonged to Tobias Hutchins.”

I blink. And then… blink again.

My mouth gapes open and closed.

What?

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