Page 107 of Reign By Wrath

“It’s not a sob story and it’s not an excuse. Everleigh discovered something about me that my enemies can never know. She gave me a choice between following her every order or finding out the true meaning of something staying on the internet forever.”

I turned away, walking off.

Wolf rushed to speak. “I did what she said, but I tried to help when I could!”

“Help me?” I cried, pulling up short. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I told you Everleigh’s plan that day in the dean’s office so you could fight back. I warned you the police were here, waiting for them that day.”

I paused, mouth open, but nothing came out.

“I gave Victor CPR when she wanted to leave him for dead,” he said. “I kept him safe at my place so that she wouldn’t try to kill him again. I did everything I could to help. I’m sorry that it wasn’t enough.”

I flicked off him to Victor. “Is it true?” I whispered.

“It’s true. He locked me up in the apartment to stop me running back to you, but he didn’t hurt me. He also told me everything so I’d understand why. Everleigh was out of control.”

“Oh, Victor.” I jumped in his arms, squeezing the life out of him.

Victor grasped my head and kissed me hard—exploding heat, light, and love inside my body. He was here. He was safe. And everything was still so horribly wrong.

“But it doesn’t have to be.” I untangled from Victor but kept him close. “You can undo what you’ve done. Tell the police everything they’ve got on the guys is fake. You made it up.”

“I can make the fake evidence disappear as easily as I made it appear, but I can’t delete the cops’ memories. They found those weapons in the ashes of the Gallery. They’ve got more than enough from that to lock them up.”

I deflated. He was right. The Rogues were in trouble long before Wolf made it worse. They wouldn’t be terrorists. Instead, they’d go down for hoarding illegal weapons and chemicals.

“I knew that. I guess I hoped with Everleigh confessing that she had the guys framed, killed my father, used the T.O.D. as a hit squad, and a million other terrible things, the police see that she’d done so much evil, it wasn’t a stretch to believe she planted all those weapons too.

“But I’ve got nothing. No Everleigh. No confession. No nothing.” I buried my face in Victor’s shoulder. “What do we do? It can’t end this way. We’ve only been together a short time. I wanted forever with you guys.”

“You’ll have it, baby.” Victor’s fingers were soothing on my scalp. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

“Hold on.” Wolf stepped forward. “Did you just say you needed a confession?”

“Yes, but it’s too late,” I replied. “Everleigh’s gone. At this point, I’m going to break them out of jail. They’ll be fugitives, but at least we’ll be together.”

“I’m mildly interested in how you’d pull that off,” Wolf supplied, “but I’ve got a better idea.”

Taking out his phone, he tapped the screen, then held it up.

Everleigh’s voice flowed out of the speakers.

My eyes widened the longer I listened.

“I told you,” Wolf said, smirking that smirk I was quickly becoming fond of. “The first time she called, I recorded everything she said to take to the police. You’ve got your confession.”

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