Page 73 of Rebellious Reign

“Wewerehaving a party.”

“Get up, asshole,” Geo says, shoving me with his foot again.

“Fuck, ow. Quit it,” I say, batting his leg with my hand.

“You are trashed,” Geo says.

I snort. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I heard from Miss Lulah. She has Wryn. She thought you should know.”

“Wryn?” I furrow my brow, wondering what she’s doing in Chicago. “Why is she with Miss Lulah?”

“Do you even hear yourself? You aren’t making sense. Viktor obviously took Wryn to Chicago with him, and she somehow escaped. Now, she’s with Lulah, and she needs our help.”

Tonight comes flooding back quickly, and I sit up, my head spinning.

“Oh fuck,” I say.

Geo grabs the trash bin in the corner of the room and shoves it into my chest—hard.

That was unnecessary.

I puke for what seems like forever. When I finally wipe my mouth and look up, Geo is still standing there, his arms crossed across his chest and a furious look on his face.

“Some fucking leader you are,” he says, shaking his head.

I climb to my feet, and if I felt a little better, I might square off with him. I am a damn leader. I’ve been leading this whole thing since the beginning. I deserve one night off.

I shoulder-check him as I pass by and stumble out of the library. He catches up to me as I stalk up the back stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“To bed, dumbass,” I say over my shoulder.

“No, you don’t,” he says, grabbing my shoulder.

I jerk from his hold and almost topple over and down the stairs. Fuck, I’m off-balance. He catches my back, keeping me upright.

“Yes,” I say with a snarl. “I am. Wryn can rot for all I care.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’tnotmean it,” I say, then frown. I’m not sure if I said that right.

Geo sighs and rubs at his temples, as if I were the most exasperating child ever. “I’ll throw some clothes in a bag for you. We are going to Lulah’s.”

“You can go to Lulah’s. I’m going to bed.”

I continue up the stairs and into my room, where I fall face-first across my fluffy comforter. It’s heaven. I nestle deeper into it, already starting to drift off when Geo slams a drawer somewhere in my room.

I lift my head, bleary-eyed, and glare at him.

“Keep it down,” I say, then smash my face back into the bed.

“Get up,” he says to me, pulling my ankle.

It’s like we are kids again, grappling in the backyard.

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